Blooded Warhammer Novels & Stories

“I shaped their lies for you. I didn’t know you’d… mean this much.” Alice pulled back, the spark twisted by Elara’s words. “You all made me a monster,” she said, voice raw, the courtyard’s silence swallowing her. The carved symbol pulsed, and a shadow moved by the trees—the new girl, sharp eyes cutting through, her silver ring glinting. A whisper hissed in Alice’s mind: The war starts here, weapon.

Rowan’s Crimson Night soldiers — in deep red armor, eyes silver-bright. Their entrance wasn’t silent. It was a declaration. “ALPHA!” Rowan’s Beta thundered. “We’re with you!” Zander’s Gamma Ben snarled, shifting mid-leap. “LET’S END THIS BITCH!” The witch-guards moved first — dark, shadow-wrapped humanoid shapes lunging with claws made of smoke and bone. The moment they struck the warriors, darkness hissed, almost… alive, like it recognized wolf blood. The room erupted. Rows of warriors slammed into witches, claws flashing.

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

I tightened my grip on her hand, torn between the duty to protect my people and the grim reality of our limited capabilities. The courtyard was a battleground, illuminated by the flickering flames of burning buildings. Werewolves, Lycans, and halfbreeds fought for their lives, and the ground was stained with blood. My heart ached at the sight of familiar faces, brave soldiers and citizens alike, falling beneath the onslaught.

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.