Bloods Allies Novels & Stories

"I have already accepted you as my Alpha, Wesly. Are you sure you want me in your head?" "I very much want you in my head," I assured her. "Do you know how it works?" She nodded her head that she did. I momentarily took the cup from her hand and set the tray beside me on the bed. I extended a claw and sliced it across my palm. I guided my hand toward her face. She accepts my blood into her mouth. Repeat after me, I told her. "I, Annabella Collins, accept you, Wesly Harris, as my Alpha. I ask for acceptance into your pack."

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

It was staining my clothes, and tainting the couch, and slipping into every place it could find. “ Kneel there, and don’t look behind. ” Alpha Alaric commanded his warrior. The warrior followed his orders and knelt. Once I had filled a quarter of the glass, I handed it to him. He took it, without remorse, without any ounce of gratitude, and walked towards his warrior before handing it to him. “ Drink this. ” He ordered. “ Alpha, this is— ” “ Right now. ” He left no room for argument. The warrior drank my blood while I reached for the next glass. The moment I sensed that my blood started working on the first warrior, I felt a chunk of my life force already slipping out of my body.

The Alliance doesn't have enough time to get medical help for those who are bound to die. A loud cry for help catches our attention, and we immediately turn to the source of the sound. We see Aros pushing a young woman to the ground. She's a human, dressed in Alliance colours, far too young to be one of them. No wonder he mentioned that the Alliance is taking in children now, those lowly bastards. As the girl struggles under Aros’ paws, another voice appears in the background, and we turn our head in its direction. That's when we see him- that damn red cape freak. The bastard's here, and he's about to attack Aros. Over our fucking dead body. We take off and lunge at the bastard, jamming our

I raised my voice again. “Let this be known, Silver Creek will not forgive. We will not forget. We will not hide.” The wind picked up, sending ash and leaves swirling around us. “This war is coming,” I said coldly. “And Blood Moon will answer for what they’ve done.” The other Alphas roared. My wolf surged forward, burning hot, hungry for blood. As the gathering began to break, I felt it clearly now. The support, unity, and power. Blood Moon had allies but I had an army.

"They are coming, and blood will be upon both our hands if we do not stand together." "Blood will always be upon our hands, Kelly," he stated with a cold finality. "It is the burden of any who lead. But it is for each Alpha to decide whose blood it shall be." His words hung heavy in the air, a dark omen that seemed to seep into the very soil beneath our feet. Our allies exchanged fraught glances, the schism between us mirrored in their own ranks. There was a palpable sense of an alliance fracturing, of trust eroding like stone under relentless tide.

Not my friends. He can't play with both of them just like how his brother played a game with me. I'm sorry to say this but I don't trust their family anymore. Not even anyone in their bloodline. I've witnessed it all, they may not be evil when you first met them, but when the truth started unfolding you'll definitely know who they are. And as for me, they are meant to kill me and end my life for I am a vaewolf and they are the vaewolf hunters.

Alpha Axel’s forces, the Bloody Army, surrounded the monastery. Seven hundred armed warriors of the Blood Claw pack, known across the realm as the most formidable force—the bloody army—stood ready, their presence alone send a chill through anyone who dared oppose them. With them came three hundred soldiers from the Flames of the Hunt faith according to Axel's command, their loyalty unwavering to their king and their gods.

But there’s no time to make a comment now. I follow Ally closely as we head towards where we last saw Maxine. We move around fights, werewolves fending off vampires and witches. Ally sends some attacks out here and there and I pop out of the shield at one point to send a witch flying. Finally we see her. She’s standing by some older guy. We move closer, going around some wolves chasing a vampire, and Ally balls her fists. “It’s Callum,” she says, making my heart drop. Ally steps forward but I block her with my body.

"Did you just shush me?" "I did and I'm about to do it again. Shh" I roll my eyes, meeting Clyde's amused eyes. "This is what I'm destined with" Austin points to me helplessly, earning a light chuckle from the audience of males. "Take it or leave it, Your Highness" I cross my arms and look expectantly to Clyde. Only I hear the quiet grumbling of Austin's wolf. "What's the meeting about?" "It seems Red Blood has just attacked another pack. It's not Silverstone but White Mist. They are a close and loyal ally of Black Shadow so I will be sending fighters immediately to assist them" Clyde informs us all, sitting back on his chair.