Blood Wings Military Novels & Stories

Purple blood leaked from its arm. A mutant.

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Simon jumped up and started ushering people back over to the tented area and away from the scene. "What have you done to me?!" Gerwulf was seething anger even as he was unable to move his body. His eyes were still a constant obsidian as Cinnabar began making him snarl at everybody around him. Finn flipped his son onto his back and lifted his left arm for us all to see his rib cage. The scar-like symbol that showed Gerwulf had been born of alpha blood was on display. It had turned completely black, looking like a tattoo that had began to leak it's ink and decorate him in tendrils of black.

My vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously— And then, I wasn’t in my room anymore. --- A battlefield stretched endlessly before me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, and above them, Valkyries fought with a fierce, desperate rage. They were beautiful. Deadly. Their wings—black, silver, white—flashed like lightning as they clashed with monstrous creatures born of shadow. Their claws pulsed with golden light, slicing through the darkness with terrifying precision. But they were losing.

I know that War has hone-colored eyes, Death has scarlet-colored hair, and Pestilence’s eyes are two different colors. Each woman steps forward with their dove-colored wings extended and flaming swords held tightly between their fists. War’s eyes, armor and sword, are the color of crimson. Deaths are black, and Pestilence’s glow neon green. I smile at each woman. “War, Death, Pestilence. It has been a long time.” They each give me a respectful bow keeping their swords at their sides. War steps forward and looks me over, “Estamos aqui para tu servicio, hermana.” We are here at your service, sister.

My body was shaking, not from fear…but from how much I’d already lost. Morgan’s hand twisted in my hair, yanking my face up. I hissed, but I didn’t look away. “Look at them, Raven,” she said, her voice soaked in sick satisfaction. “Your little army. Bleeding. Dying. All for what? You.” I saw Gwen, her wings tattered and soaked in blood, snarling as she drove her blade into another soldier’s throat. She didn’t even flinch as a sword grazed her shoulder. She just kept going.

And the coppery tang of his own blood was thick in the air. He was grievously wounded, perhaps beyond even his celestial resilience. His wings, once proud and magnificent, were little more than tattered, blood-stained remnants barely clinging to his muscular back. The glossy black feathers were matted and stained a deep, morbid crimson from the countless grievous wounds he'd sustained, many nearly sheared entirely from his frame. "Enzo..." Meredith choked out his name, shaking her head frantically as she clutched at his hand - his hand that was slick and warm with the steady flow of his own life's essence. "We...we have to stop this. We have to stop him before—"

Today we celebrate the joining of two souls into one. The elder grabbed the chalice and splashed it towards where Nikolai and I stood. I flinched, expecting the blood to splatter us, but to my amazement, the blood swirled around us. It was odd because while I had witnessed the elder mixing the blood together you could now tell that the blood had come from two individuals. I tried to recall the times I had seen Nikolai’s blood, trying to determine if it had been different than mine, but every time I pictured it, it was the same dark red color. One swirl of blood was a deep red color with flickers of tungsten appearing throughout it. I could tell that this was Nikolai’s blood. Tungsten was a s