Blooded Warhammer Novels & Stories

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Her voice dripped with venom. I raised an eyebrow. "I didn't steal anything. And who is Ace to you, anyway?" I shot back, my curiosity piqued. She cried, shaking her head frantically, and then yelled, “How dare you say his name?!” “How dare I?” I chuckled softly, giving her my best ‘did you miss your way’ look. Because, really, did she miss her way? “You’ll pay for this, you will, you spawn of the devil!” Heather deadpanned, her little friends had gotten her something to keep the blood from flowing. She pressed the paper towel to her nose, suppressing the blood.

Cedric spat with clenched jaws as he made his way towards Oliver to strike him. The power supply was suddenly cut short and a blackout emerged. Everyone went berserker and piercing screams became the new music. I struggled to see, to protect Elena from whatever mayhem was happening but before I could spot her, the light came on and a huge chunk of the crowd was dead. Dead humans, wolves, witches, and vampires with bursted rib cages laid lifeless on the floor. The wall had a bold handwriting with blood that said 'There shall be no peace in LA till respect is fully paid to the right faction. Beware a new era is coming!!!" "So much for brokering peace, huh?" Oliver gave a peal of mirthless laug

Learning just a thing or two from the special abilities of these ancient horrors could very well bestow great advancements in power that could very well grant the possessor of the True Blood the edge to win even fights against greater opponents. That explained how angry and livid the Tenth Presbyter of the Winged race was when he was defeated during his attempt to recover the True Blood. "KILL HIM! WE NEED THE TRUE BLOOD!" he howled at the top of his voice like a maniacal beast himself. Mo Qian, the Winged Legion, and the two elderly Wingeds whom Chu Xun had defeated earlier lunged together, swarming at Chu Xun like a huge raving stampede of birds.

"Alright, you say we don't have much time to talk, but why am I here?" "I need to warn you of a war, and I need you to let your family know because they will be dragged into this war." "What war?" "The war between the god Ashton and the humans." "Why would that involve my family?" "Ashton will ask other gods to aid him in this war." "Why does he even want this war?" "You can say he has a hate for them." "Why does he hate them?" "Humans kill what they don't understand and are different than them." I guess that can be true, and that's why us werewolves keep our self a secret from the humans.

I apologized. "Sometimes, we refer to breast milk as 'White Blood' because it's from the human body, but only the females," she explained, "It's very fortunate that the breast milk works with your system. You're not physically required blood like other vampires-so it's just a psychological need because you're part of them."

I looked at him. At the bond glowing between us. At the power finally under my control. “No,” I admitted honestly. Then I faced the horizon. “But I’m done being afraid.” Together, we stepped out of the mountain. And far in the distance A colossal silhouette rose above the forest line. Two burning crimson eyes opened. And they locked directly onto me. A voice echoed across the world itself. Deep. Ancient. Hungry. “Blood Heir… I have awakened for you.” My heart pounded as silver energy exploded around me in response. The war had officially begun. *************************************************

Riana’s pulse quickened. Powerful, was the word that resonated with the legends of the Blood King. The ancient vampire, a figure of immense power who was said to have ruled the Crimson Zone with an iron fist, his thirst for blood insatiable, his cruelty legendary. He was a tyrant, a monster, a god in his own right. And now, his presence was being felt again, his power resurfacing, his vengeance awakening.

Ophelia and Aaron charged as one, a storm of silver fire against a demigod that had ruled death itself. The final war had truly begun. The ground convulsed beneath their feet as the creature reeled back, black ichor spilling from his wound. However, it didn’t just burn the earth; each drop twisted into new horrors, snarling half-bloods, clawed abominations, and shrieking beasts of shadow. They surged forward in endless waves, their hunger fixed on Ophelia and Aaron, but they couldn’t get to them.