Blue Lick Battlefield Novels & Stories

The soldiers still stood guard around Hector despite their fear. "Everyone’s got a souvenir. I want a rug too," Ydrian joked. "B-Blasphemous!" one of Hector’s Betas barked. "Is that the only word you know?" Ydrian rolled his eyes. "Want me to lend you a dictionary?" I couldn’t watch anymore. A signal passed through the wind. Howls rang, echoing through the mist. Tonight, they meet their demise. Fog swept across the battlefield like the breath of spirits. Leaves rustled with warning. Confusion spread. Then came the figures. Mist-wolves. Ash-gray titans with glowing blue and amber eyes.

The man fell to the ground, unconscious, and Evelyn felt the rush of adrenaline fade, leaving her trembling but victorious. The library was silent again, save for the soft hiss of shadows retreating into the corners and the ragged breaths of those who had survived the battle. Evelyn’s heart was still racing, her body alive with residual energy from the mark. She sank to her knees, feeling both exhausted and exhilarated. Lucien crouched beside her, amber eyes softening. “You’ve done well,” he murmured. “Far beyond what I expected. The mark… it answers to you more than I thought possible.”

I could feel it- the hot liquid rolling down my thighs and mixing with the dirty water on the ground. Slowing, I placed my hand on the inner part of my thighs and brought it up to my Face. Tears gathered in my eyes and I let them fall freely. I looked up to see Derrick and Elijah engaged in a bloody fight. Brown vs Black. Golden vs Blue. Their movements Become blurry, the growls, grunts and whimpers becoming distant to my ear. I could hear growls but not just from two Lycans. People were calling my name... Or was it just a person? I am not sure.

His eyes, which were bright red a few seconds ago turned black, as black as midnight and he hunched his back, preparing for the attack of the golden beast. The shadow that sounded the city disappeared but the sky remained dark, leaving the entire surroundings in darkness. Slowly a full moon crawled out from the dark clouds, the only witness of the bloody battle. Layla slowly raised her head from Riven's back and stared through the golden flames at the scene before her. She shuddered as the smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the air. Roars , growls and snarls echoed all around them as every creature fought to survive.

We fought with everything we had, utilizing our training and bond to push back against the relentless surge. I spotted Hilda, fury etched across her features as she rallied her army with fierce determination. The sight only steeled my resolve. ************** Liam's POV The battle erupted around us. I fought tirelessly alongside my packmates, witnessing their bravery as each wolf defended what they cherished. I could see Niylah's prowess in combat, her ability to manipulate the earth assisting us against the onslaught. Each clash spoke volumes—the intensity of the conflict billowing through the air as we struggled against Hilda's numbers. An overwhelming surge of instinct filled me as I aimed

He smelled like a fresh sunflower. "You don't have to bother, it's not a common smell. I won't forget," I said, and we both walked out to stand with the Blue team. I looked at what the white team were doing and saw the lady having a conversation with Liam. She laughed when Liam said something and the two held each other's hand. They already form a team. "Okay, I want to believe you are all done!" Mr Vaughn announced and everyone said yes. The white team was standing opposite us when the MC drew the Battleline after explaining each rule.

"Is this the mediocre army you and the others are preparing against Lohki?" "Mediocre? That’s a shame, those are Caden’s men. If you saw mine, you would not have the same opinion.” I said, standing behind her. “Is your team not the ones dressed in a light blue uniform?” she asked, but when I said nothing she laughed and said, “I already saw your men, Erik, and they were awful.” She turned around, and I watched as the wind blew her lustrous waves over her face, leaving only her enticing eyes and a part of her lips visible before she wrapped it up in a bun and I saw her face fully for the first time.

Now that she is in a sleep she does not know about this but as soon as she wakes up, he will be the first person she is going to ask about. "Kristopher... find Christian and tell him to come here as soon as possible," Blair's father said in a low angry voice and Kristopher nodded. The best friend knew where he was but his phone was powered off and there's nothing he can do after trying the numbers of the lovers who were in Spain. He played and played with the bull, forcing it to get tired and when he was actually tired, Christian emits the stick from the red cloth and intruded the sharp side of the stick in the bull's eye and it immediately knocked down on the ground.

He silently whispered to them. "How ugly." He triumphantly walked up to the launchpad, bumping into whatever and whoever, not necessarily caring. His eyebrow raised upon skimming through the board, smirking as he took notice of the Battle Royale. There were an array of teams joining, all in teams of six; apart from one. A lone player, with stats higher than anyone could imagine, though Uriel reckoned he could beat those 'weak numbers' in a few days. They go by the name of 'Blue', which already had Uriel convinced that that person was a twelve year old.

He never paid attention to the sixth battlefield at first because its ranking was too low at the beginning. However, when he looked at the electronic screen now, he suddenly saw the names of the people on the sixth battlefield—Philip Clarke, Fennel Leigh, Moses Dunley, Layla Nolan… “Layla? It’s them!” Hugh immediately scowled and clenched his fists.