Fallout 76 Blood Eagles Novels & Stories

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

“You’re the bait. The chains are broken. The real ones are coming.” Maxwell’s blade flashed. Elara’s laugh cut off in a gurgle as she fell, dead before she hit the ground. But the damage was done. The Vault trembled violently, the ley lines screaming. I clutched at my side, blood pouring from the wound, my magic flickering dangerously. Maxwell caught me before I collapsed fully. His hands were shaking as he pressed against the bleeding. “Stay with me. Lena, stay with me.” I coughed, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. “I’m... trying.”

It was indeed a close call for us. Damon reconnected his comms, fitting the buds back into his ears. “Eagle team can you hear me?” He spoke into the telecom hoping to get a feedback. The feed crackled for a moment until a response came from the other end. “Sergeant Mike here, this is the eagle team! Everything looks good over here. The boys are good, no casualty, just minor grazes, over!” Sergeant Mike informed us. “That’s great. Have everyone get some good rest, We head out again by 16:00 hours to the Blood Moon pack. I want everybody on full alert. Understood?” Damon ordered, his tone calm yet commanding.

The medicine had stilled the shaking, replacing the agonizing itch with a cold numbness that made me feel like I was made of iron. The sound of engines vibrated through the soles of my boots as three black armored SUVs tore through the mist of the estate gates, skidding to a halt in a perfect, intimidating line. There was no pack crest on the doors, only a faint, embossed sigil on the lead hood of the weeping eye of the Fallen Empire. This was a mark of the True Bloods.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

she begged, her eyes rolling closed “E-Eagle.” Eagle looked to me, amused at Sylvia’s pitiful attempt to warn me of him. He simply walked to me and placed a dripping hand on top of my head. He had no mask like Stripes or Flame to hide his emotions. He smiled up at Sylvia, showing his bloodied mouth. His black jacket shielded the back of his neck with a flared collar but had glistening golden studs running down each front half; making him more noticeable in the dark. His dark grey jeans were distressed down the claves and were splattered with blood. The tops of his deep red boots had the same spikes ringing them as Flame’s. Fear clenched my gut when I glanced at the spotless, golden spikes be

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

"If you want to swear your life to a corpse in waiting, go ahead. You can rot right alongside him in the Hollow Pit with the rest of your street soldiers." Redmond shifted his stance in the mud of the yard below, his eyes dark with a lethal frustration. He was one of the few high-tier hitters left from the Black Eagle faction, and he didn't like being managed by the Shadowfang Syndicate. He glared up at me, his chest heaving under his grime-caked tactical vest.