Blue Lick Battlefield Novels & Stories

Everly sighed and was about to click out of it when something about the profile picture caught her attention. The troll’s picture was a man’s chest with a white t-shirt and on it, she could read a phrase that was absolutely gross and obnoxious: ‘Lyv’s look makes me hard as a Rock…’ Her last name was Rock, so the play on words wasn’t subtle. Those words written in the same shade of red as the one used for the cover of her new book, ‘Crimson Love’, absolutely sickened her.

Colt AROUND HUNDREDS of vehicle, including bikes, four-wheeler trucks parked in the area of Greenebach, and probably thousands of people inside the parameter. It reminded me of a 90’s Woodstock Concert my dad used to tell me about. “Wow! I never thought Greenebach would be like this.” Iris got her head out of the car window. “This is unbelievable. A lot like a Katy Perry Concert.”

Some blood was flowing. Lily, with a pale face, was hugging Nellie by the side. She did not want Nellie to see such a bloody scene. Although Nigel was not sick, Luna was still shocked at the scene in front of her that she was rendered speechless. She furrowed her brows and walked over. “What is going on?” Nigel calmly swept Luna a glance. He said in his child’s voice yet mixed with an adult maturity, “Mommy, don’t step in. This is a battle between men.”

“You shake every time I touch you.” “Because you’re a menace,” I outright lied. His fingers stilled, and when he looked up he offered me a crooked smile that made a chill roll through me. “Well, you’ve just dug your own grave, little dove. I won’t go easy on you now.” The battlefield was modeled after an apocalyptic city at night, complete with a painted ceiling filled with glowing constellations. There were sidewalks of cracked pavement sprawling in all directions, weaving between abandoned businesses and overturned cars. An old mechanics shop sat two blocks down, the garage wide open and filled with tool boxes and the husk of an old pick-up truck. Some of the stores had shattered windows a

We were all dressed in black, with black long coats and heavy black boots, to show that we were a separate clan, but here to fight alongside Whitlock. The thudding of our boots among the silence and eeriness around us caught all of their attention. I noticed my father’s proud smile while the rest of the pack stared at us with wide eyes in shock and surprise. I glanced at Leo, who’s expression was torn between relief and completely stunned, to see me out of all people appearing out of nowhere onto the battlefield. “IS THIS YOUR LITTLE BACK UP?”. Luke laughed, obviously not so frightened by our one hundred number… small compared to his.

The battle is fierce, with battered wolves tearing into the necks of others, blood flowing everywhere, so thick I can smell the stench in my vision. Just as quickly, that disappears and is replaced by an empty field full of purple flowers, the orange and amber sun setting in the background. The next scene is a bright blue sky, as though I’m laying on my back staring up at it. I catch the scent of lilac on a warm breeze. “What does all this mean?” I ask, but no one answers. The battle scene returns, and this time, a streak of white lightning rips through the sky, turning everything around it black. Then silver shimmers rise from the ground, melting away all the spilled blood and dead bodies.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos. Explosions shook the ground beneath their feet, debris raining down like deadly confetti. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid stench of burning flesh, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Damian fought desperately, each strike fueled by grief and rage, knowing that the woman who had once been his sister—Lila—was now their fiercest adversary.

’ I could distinctively hear the voices of my guards and beta through the mind link but it was as if their voices were only in the background and barely audible but I could still hear them nonetheless. It had no effect on me whatsoever and the little control I had on my Lycan snapped. I let out a terrifying howl and this time around, it wasn’t of anguish, but that of my last resolve going into shambles and my Lycan completely in control. Thereafter, the events that happened next were blank all through.

he said. I needed my men focused; I couldn’t have a distracted man fighting beside me, that was us killing ourselves. “Let’s go,” Blair said. “You can’t come to the battlefield, you need to stay on higher ground,” I tried to object. Blair frowned, “When we agreed to do this, you knew that I would want it to be my way. I need to be close, I need to see them,” she said. She wasn’t talking about the traitors. She was talking about the dead wolves that she was about to bring to life.

Matthew got off of Bilgrae and took a few steps back and saw what happened. Bilgrae was wheezing for air. His breaths were shallow and each breath he took was painful. Matthew hadn’t realised what he had done. It was a terrible scene to witness. However, for a better future, Matthew must kill this lizardman. It would be a great loss of military power for the Scarlett Army.