Novel & Cerita Fallout 76 Blood Eagles

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

He reached for the eagle and deliberately smeared his own blood onto its feathers, staining their pale surface with a dark, crimson mark. It was an act of urgency and command. When he raised his arm and released the eagle, it took flight at once, soaring back into the sky. Carrying his blood-marked message, the bird vanished into the distance, announcing an emergency and summoning his forces to him without the need for words. As the eagle disappeared, the surrounding silence felt heavier than before. Alpha Villion’s hands, now trembling and slick with blood, lowered slowly. With unsteady fingers, he reached for the paper once more. His grip shook as he held it, crimson drops smearing faintly

Her fingers fumbled several times, but she was determined to do it herself, afraid he might try to help her again. When she turned back to face him, he still hadn't spoken. Instead, he removed his waterproof jacket and draped it over Riley. Underneath, he wore a black hoodie adorned with a unique golden emblem on the left chest—a crescent moon and a droplet shimmering faintly in the dim light. At that moment, everything became clear to Riley. The golden moon and the golden droplet of blood symbolized the Golden Blood Pack, one of the world's most renowned packs, led by Eash's father.

Nora was tearing up from the panic she experienced. Jade smiled. “I’ll distract him. You guys should run!” While Jade spoke, someone from Flying Eagles charged forward to take Jade’s place in fighting against Colton. However, in the blink of an eye, that person’s arms were broken. He fell to the ground while repeatedly vomiting blood. Colton even slapped his palm against that person’s forehead before absorbing his powers. Although the Flying Eagles warrior didn’t die in Myriad Demon Valley, he ended up having his life sucked out of him by Colton.

The power is just flowing out of me like water from a broken dam, and I can't turn it off. "That bloodline," Elder Morrison says. He's standing against the far wall, his face completely white. "That bloodline can't be here. It can't exist. What have you done, Margaret?" "We need to leave," Margaret says, grabbing my arm. People are still screaming. Someone dropped a glass that shatters on the frosted floor. The visiting alpha is backing away from me like I'm going to hurt him again, which is probably fair since I just made his nose bleed without touching him.

The capital of Madrid was extending beyond the glass walls, breathing life, unaware of the ghosts breathing within my empire. "Archive," I said. "Operation Ashfall." The machine hesitated like it was about to start. Then the files appeared. Dates. Locations. Redacted names. The number of casualties is coldly listed. I made it page at page, my jaw clenching with it. Ashfall was not a raid. It was a cleansing. Entire blocks erased. The so-called collateral families. Children were mentioned in the list of best avoided losses. I did not scroll as I noticed the photo.

" With that thought, Jake posted his own buy order in the regional chat: 40 units of Universal Fuel or medical supplies for a Basic Gene Serum—10 units more than the mystery buyer's offer. Just then, the onboard radar blared a sudden, urgent alarm. Not zombies. Not players. A massive signal source—red so dark it was almost black. Jake's eyes snapped forward. Through his binoculars, he caught a shocking sight on the horizon. A few kilometers away, in the middle of the wasteland, a military-grade main battle tank sat crippled by the roadside—its turret smoking, thick black plumes rising into the sky. And around the tank, two white bone spikes, as long as spears, were embedded deep in the tank'

Behind her are Seyla, Rowan, and… Luca. Oh Gods. Kill me now. Every single one of them comes to a stop. Seyla’s eyes immediately lock onto my face. Rowan’s eyes immediately lock onto Callan. Luca’s eyes lock onto Callan. And ten feet behind Callan, whom I didn’t even notice before during my spiral, Fenrir. The massive direwolf stands several feet behind his bonded, black eyes silently watching. I swear the beast is the size of a horse. Silence falls. Then Rowan breaks it.

Blood spilled, and the man fell. Sethlzaar flipped through the air, the length of his body, horizontal, as he slid through the swings of his new assailants. He hit the ground a moment after, rolled on the floor and over a fallen soldier. He came to his feet almost immediately, bow drawn. In quick successions, his arrows took his opponents in the skulls. They fell like trees in a forest, tilting, and, in the madness, without sound. He turned on his heels and continued, ignoring whatever was behind him.

My head is filled with the sound of bees. I’ve heard of blood madness before. Baron and Darma discussed it often. He said it was becoming more common. I sink to the floor and look up at Aldric who is busy closing the door behind Vesper. “What is blood madness?” I ask. “Is it like…when neophytes lose control and start to drain every human in sight?” “No, that’s not the same thing. It means something went wrong when Baron tried to make your mother.” “What?”