Novel & Cerita Blooded Warhammer

his jaw tightened, eyes burning, “…then we fall together and we meet again in Valhalla.” For a single heartbeat, silence claimed them. Then steel rang… Blades slammed against armor. Fists struck shields. The sound of iron on iron roared through the chamber as warriors answered him without words. Voices rose in fury. Shouts tore through the air. And in that very heartbeat, the Crimson Blood Pack burst through. They came like death unleashed… armored shadows crashing through the gates, blades flashing, eyes burning, roaring with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. Before the alarm could fully form, before fear could even find its name…

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.

His silhouette appeared behind the flames, crown of thorns, eyes glowing with fury, hands soaked in shadow. “DAMON!” he roared. I didn’t answer. I just charged. We collided in the center of the chaos,claws and steel, magic and hate. Our war had begun. Not for thrones. Not for glory. But for her. And this time, only one of us would survive. —

But now, with the drastic drop in temperature, that mist solidified, turning into snowflakes made of blood. It was a shocking sight—an eerie phenomenon. The gathered warriors fell into silence, holding their breath. Even Brantley and Waylon, proud geniuses in their own right, watched intently. The battle was about to begin. "Horseback Blade!" Draven wasted no time and unleashed one of his ultimate techniques right away. At their level, there was no need for meaningless prewarning. "Ice Spear!" Umbra harnessed the crimson snow, forging a blood-colored spear of ice and hurling it forward.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

_____ *Elise’s POV* Everyone’s voices shushed and silence filled the room as the leader of the Wolf Counsel, Dudley Evans, announced the arrival of the Blood Moon Alpha. The large, white doors to the ballroom opened slowly and there stood Shaun Dire, Alpha of Blood Moon. He had his mother’s arm in his. She was Summer Dire, the Luna to the late Alpha. Her partner had vanished into what seemed thin air. Our pack and many others spent days and nights looking for him. We only knew he was gone by the pain in Summer’s heart.

Chloe asked curiously. "You're a smart one, aren't you?" Dagmar smirked. "The goddess always seems to bless Hellhound males with smart women. The gods know those males need them. You're right; myths tend to come from a truth albeit perhaps an embellished truth. Shadow Wolves are no different although I'm not sure there are any werewolves alive today who know the story.

My harsh breathing withers away, and I fall slack against meaty arms. No. No… I try to kick, but my limbs don’t move. Soon enough, darkness swallows me whole. ---- ETHAN's POV I barge out of the car before it fully stops moving. The scene before me is a battlefield. A few men lie on the ground, their blood forming pools on the filthy asphalt. Others are hiding from the gunfire behind cars. But there’s nothing to hide from. More accurately, we’re late. Fvck. Laye motions for his guards to check the perimeter, and they comply with sharp nods. I remain in place, feet planted solidly on the ground, as my gaze roams the cars and the people left behind, whether alive or with their heads down.

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th