Bloodiest Battle In Human History Novels & Stories

BOOOMM ROAARRRRR AWWUUUUU ARRRRRRR RAAAARRRR Various roars filled the battlefield, and the great battle continued to rage even more fiercely. And casualties on both sides continued to fall every minute, dying in various ways on the battlefield. Showing how brutal the battlefield truly is, there is no brotherhood, compassion, or forgiveness on the battlefield. No matter if they are women or old people, they will die in various ways on that battlefield. But neither side cares about any of that; they only care about killing the enemy in front of them. In a distant corner of the battlefield, a group of men in blue robes with dragon head symbols on their chests watched the war from afar. They wer

I forged ahead to fight beside my mate, and together, we took down our enemies. My heart was glad that my uncles and aunts were here to help. Suddenly, we weren't alone anymore. The battle lasted hours, and soon, the enemies began to run after sixteen Alphas had fallen along with their army. It was a blood bath and a mess. We would have to dig mass graves. The battle was brutal, but it eventually came to an end with the remnants of our enemies fleeing. I howled at the moon, knowing it was almost dawn, and everyone howled in reverence.

Even those who were not injured had a look of pain on their faces. Most of them did not know that at the beginning of that war, there were only skirmishes and that later there was a great battle where hundreds died. After that, in the 200 years that have passed, only small skirmishes and small-scale battles between the two species, all over the world. This battle was new to most of the warriors, and never had they seen so many deaths in the royal pack. The general looks at the royal packhouse and sighs. Most likely, the king would be furious with him for letting so many men die in vain and not even reaching Vlad's palace.

The Bloodhounds were brutal, tearing through everything in their path with an animalistic hunger that even the strongest of us struggled to match. “Gamma!” I yelled over the noise, spotting Gavin locked in a brutal fight with two Bloodhounds. His claws were coated in blood, his face twisted in a snarl. “I’ve got it!” he roared back, ripping through the neck of one opponent before launching himself at the other. I spun around, looking for the next threat, only to see one of our humans fall, his body limp and lifeless. “Pull back!” I shouted to the human soldiers, but they didn’t hear me—or they didn’t care. Another fell, then another.

“You’re welcome to try.” With a flick of his hand, more creatures poured into the clearing. --- **The Second Battle** The fight was chaos. Mike and I fought side by side, but the creatures were relentless. For every one we killed, two more seemed to take its place. “Lola, fall back!” Mike shouted. “No!” I yelled, slashing at a creature’s throat. “I’m not leaving you!” Mike growled, his wolf form bursting through as he tore into the attackers. “You can’t help me if you’re dead!”

He let out a strangled cry, staggering back, cradling his limp hand. “You son of a fucking bitch,” he growled, trying to run. Before he could recover, I slammed my fist into his gut. The force sent him flying backward, his body rolled across the blood-soaked ground. Warriors from both sides paused, as their eyes flickered toward us. The battlefield had been chaotic, but now, everything slowed. Most soldiers, most fighters, on both sides of the battle, the wolves and the sea creatures, turned their attention to the battle between gods.

Emma was dreaming. She saw a bloodied atmosphere. There was blood everywhere. There was war. There were so much killings that from her own standpoint, she hadn't seen anything as it before. It was barbaric, like genocide. But the most weird thing she saw about the battle, was that the battle wasn't among humans, but animals. She saw wolves fighting against each other in a most brutal way, like they were reasoning as humans, knowing whom and when to attack.

Some wolves stalked into the forest, backing away with narrowed and suspicious eyes. Many shifted or stalked back to half destroyed homes. The fading scent of blood still lingered in the air, but there was finally a sense of closure. In action movies, the battle itself is always made out to be the worst part. The bloodshed and carnal violence that takes over a man when they’re at their lowest. It’s the resolution, the clean-up that’s the worst part of battle. Counting the dead, placing names to lifeless faces and bloody wolves.

Twenty-four hours until the largest battle in wolf history. Three hundred million defenders versus billions of invaders. And no one knew who would win.

They swung their swords for the last time as he broke them and cracked their shields. “Kill!” The voice screeched, shaking the air with its fury. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” The human soldiers gripped their crosses and trembled before him. He broke through their defenses and swept the battlefield. It wasn’t until blood flowed like a river through the trenches in the ground that he realized that he had been the one screaming. He hovered above the bloodied battlefield and felt nothing but fury. Where had they all gone? Their crazy, feverish desire to kill? Weren’t there more humans to tear to shreds? It hadn’t been enough, considering the pope’s war cries. Were they all the forces he could manage to s