Blooded Warhammer Novels & Stories

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

Dax POV The beast hit the soldiers like a boulder crashing down a ravine, unstoppable and merciless. One swipe of its massive paw shattered a man’s shield into splinters, the wood spraying like broken bones. Screams tore through the gulley, sharp and jagged, as soldiers stumbled over loose shale, their blades clattering uselessly against the stone. The air was thick with dust and the copper tang of blood, the ground trembling beneath the creature’s weight. Its fur shimmered unnaturally, laced with silver veins that pulsed like molten light, casting eerie shadows across the jagged walls of the gulley. No natural thing carried that glow. This was no mere beast—it was a forged wrongness, a walk

The hallway smelled of old blood, rusted iron, and the sharp tang of lies not even the smell of rogues sliced across their nostrils. Gamma took in some air deeply and breathed out slowly, but the pressure in his chest didn’t leave. He was used to warfare,he has been trained for it for far too young. He had seen neck snapped, limbs torn, even children dragged into the claws of ferals during his younger days. But this… this wasn’t just war. This was something darker, deeper and cunning. Hidden. Like a disease under the skin that refused to show itself until it was too late, too late to be noticed.

(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.

We had our kind sprout throughout the city; we were worshipped, but then, one after the other, they died, leaving me behind. Roaming. Alone. I stood at the corner of the battlefield, invisible to the eyes of the wolf warriors; they fought in their wolf forms; they had put on fire, and it spread wide into the forest, slowly burning deep into the verse land. Blood painted the field. Lifeless bodies, both in wolf and human form were at every corner of the field. The weak ones who had given up on the fight fled for their lives. I have nothing to do with this treacherous, absurd activity; let them end their lives and let their blood be on their heads; let it be painted on their palms and in their

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

As the two forces converged, each step reverberated with the weight of history and the inexorable march toward destiny. ‌ The war erupted in a cacophony of chaos. The battlefield was a sprawling expanse, divided by the ebb and flow of life and death. Tom Clancy's pen could only begin to describe the intricacies of the strategies employed, the tactical maneuvering, and the orchestrated chaos that marked the clash of vampire and werewolf. The scent of gunpowder and the stench of blood mixed in the air, a macabre symphony that danced on the edge of brutality.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

Yes I do know we were in the middle of a war, when next the fighting breaks out, he was going to fight and he will stress the arm during the fight but I do not want to dwell on that thought. “The war is not following the usual rules.” Orel said quietly instead. “When things don’t follow the natural rules laid down, things tend to go astray. I cannot allow them to turn the Waterfall into red by killing everybody living there, that will make the empire to lose hope and that is something I cannot afford to let the empire lose.” “Everything will be alright in the end.” I soothed my husband by resting his head on my heavy chest and running my fingers through his hair, this was a soothing position