Borderlands 3 Bloody Harvest Novels & Stories

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

I felt something warm on my torso so I looked down only to notice my clothes getting wet with a warm red liquid that was coming out of her stomach. I was unable to comprehend the situation, rather I felt like everything in my brain just froze. I looked up again and noticed how the light in her eyes had faded. Something behind her moved and my gaze followed her as she lifelessly fell to the ground. I blinked at her several times then raised my head and looked at the beast standing there with his claws dyed red and meat stuck in the nails. There was something noticeable on him, he had a scar on his forehead. He had ruptured her insides from behind.

Her eyes were sharp and her movements were efficient; not a single step was wasted. “Commander.” A patrol approached Garrison and Hera to deliver a brief report. “The western zone is clear.” Garrison nodded briefly, then gestured for them to resume their duties. The sweep resumed. The guards moved along the border route, which was usually the most vulnerable. Old traces were still visible in the ground—wild animal footprints, broken branches and scratches on tree trunks that had long served as natural markers of Velmora’s territory. Yet there was nothing new: no foreign scent or lingering aura. Everything looked as it normally did.

Blood hit the marble floors like rain. I saw Raven in the corner of my eye, tearing through wolves like a demon in silk. Fierce. Fast and Fearless. “You should’ve listened to me!” she growled as she sliced a wolf across the chest. “We are not doing this right now!” I shouted back, swinging hard at an attacker. “Fight first, talk shit later!” Just as I finished yelling, a gunshot rang out—close. Who uses a gun in a wolf fight? A bullet grazed my shoulder. It tore through skin and muscle, white heat burning in its path.

No one dared to say that half the city had seen the sky burn red like hell itself. In a small room at the top of a derelict apartment complex, Evelyn Cross sat against the wall, dim light tracing exhaustion across her face. Black burn marks still ran along her arm, the last visible proof of the Black Blood. Adrian Wolfe , shoulder bandaged, monitored the intercepted radio frequencies. “The Guild’s locked down the entire Northern District. There’s a two million credit bounty for anyone who turns you in, Eve.” Evelyn gave a faint, bitter smile. “Guess that makes me hunt now.”

She picks up the Douro brief. The Wednesday continues.

Triumphant. I held her gaze until she turned away. "The Selene-Blade doesn't bless people who forget where loyalty should be," I said. Maya frowned. "What does that mean?" I didn't answer. The hunt lasted three hours. When the warriors returned, they carried elk, boar, and wild turkey across their shoulders. Blood smeared their sleeves. Grins split their faces. "Sasha took down a bull elk single-handed!" "She cornered the boar pack into the ravine — the whole pincer move was her call."

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

" The armored harvesters the Reapers moved forward. Blades spun on their fronts massive, serrated discs designed to cut through the giant cornstalks. Nozzles on their sides began to spray a white mist. Liquid salt. "They're salting the earth!" Martha screamed. The mist hit the outer rows of the corn. The giant stalks withered instantly. They turned brown and collapsed, crumbling into dust. The Gray Children on the porch began to wail. They felt the death of the plants. "Leo!" I shouted. "Stop the spray!" Leo looked at the white mist drifting toward us. "I can't catch a mist," Leo panicked. "It's too diffuse!" "Then don't catch it," Martha yelled. "Blow it away!"

It was thanks to Oralie that I was able to go on an A-rank quest. She briefly discussed this mission, going to the border between Gold Desert and Blood Moon to clear the battlefield. There had just been a small war of conflict over the ownership of a newly discovered oil field. That oil field is located between the two packs causing the two packs to compete.