Blooded Warhammer Novels & Stories

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.

I gave him a pained expression, “You’re saying as if we aren’t at fault.” “....” He knew what I was talking about. “We both knew what was happening all along and we chose to turn a blind eye to it. We both are as guilty as our parents.” Note: Werewolf venom is present in their fangs and is deadly to vampires but werewolves and vampires have been on a peace treaty for ages so they no longer use it.

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

“They’re here!” The words struck me like physical blows. They’re here. The nightmare we’d spent weeks whispering about in council chambers had become reality. The Ironbloods. Magic-wielding killers who had burned entire villages to ash. Malakor. The warlord. I froze. The slums had taught me how to survive. How to steal. How to fight. How to disappear into shadows. But this wasn’t another tavern brawl. This was war. Monsters. Magic. Blood. Death.

(Author’s POV) The battlefield was drenched in blood, echoing with the snarls of beasts, the clashing of weapons, and the cries of the wounded. The war between Alex and Daimon had been raging for hours, neither backing down. The ground beneath them was cracked and scorched, the sky above darkened as if mourning the lives lost in this brutal battle.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The fear, the pain, the desperate courage of warriors fighting something beyond normal comprehension. "What's happening up there?" a young mother asked, clutching her toddler. "Our pack is fighting," Aria said, trying to project calm she didn't feel. "They'll protect us." Through Dante's bond, she felt his rage and fear as he engaged the enemy. The Bloodborn were everything the refugees had described and worse. Stronger, faster, seemingly immune to pain. Their red eyes glowed with unnatural light, and their claws tore through regular wolves like paper. Stay safe, Dante's voice touched her mind. I love you.

"Just let me kill them already so the chaos realm can devour the universe dimension! There will only be one chaos realm from now, and no other universe." The Blood God muttered a spell, and a tidal wave of blood spanning over a thousand meters tall appeared behind him. He let out a cry of fury, and the bloody wave came rushing towards Wilbur and Augheimer. Just as it was about to reach the two men, it turned into an army of tall soldiers armed with battle axes that charged ahead. "We're going in!" Orkot and Fremont charged, casting attack after attack against the soldiers in the bloody wave. Yet the two men were too small, and it was not long before the bloody wave swallowed them and continu