Flesh And Blood Armory Novels & Stories

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

"I will take the blood myself. My wolves are not skilled enough to open a vampire's vein without causing permanent damage. But I have done this before." Alexander nodded. He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, exposing his left arm. The skin was pale, almost translucent in the dim light, and I could see the blue lines of veins beneath the surface. "Do it." Ragnar's hand closed around Alexander's arm. His fingers were thick, his nails curved and sharp, more like claws than human fingernails. He positioned the cup beneath Alexander's wrist, then pressed his thumb against the inside of Alexander's elbow.

He punched in a code. The panel slid open, revealing an armory. "If you're going to start an inter-dimensional war," Cyprian said, pulling out a high-tech assault rifle and tossing it to Modern Vespera, "don't do it empty-handed." He grabbed a broadsword from the wall and tossed it to Fantasy Vespera. "For the magic one." He tossed a box of ammo to Mafia Vespera. "For the loud one." He tossed a battery pack to Cyberpunk Vespera. "For the robot one."

Werewolves. That was the Ashford legacy. She hadn’t understood it until she was old enough to read through the family’s old journals: heavy leather-bound books with cramped writing. The stories were always the same, The Ashfords hunting wolves. The Ashfords wiping out entire packs. The Ashfords fighting alphas under blood moons. Some of them even traded their blood for silver steel. That was her family’s pride. And her prison.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

The Education Wing: A study curated with texts on political negotiation, financial mastery, and warfare strategy—because battle was fought with minds before weapons. Interactive rooms for training—not childish distractions, but simulations designed for decision-making, for understanding consequence. Hand-selected mentors—chosen for their brilliance, their influence, their ability to shape a future ruler. Leonardo stood beside me as we observed the modifications, his presence unwavering as he reviewed the changes. “We’re creating more than a life for him,” he murmured, tracing his fingers along the edge of the blueprint. “We’re creating power before he’s even old enough to claim it.”

Alpha Axel’s forces, the Bloody Army, surrounded the monastery. Seven hundred armed warriors of the Blood Claw pack, known across the realm as the most formidable force—the bloody army—stood ready, their presence alone send a chill through anyone who dared oppose them. With them came three hundred soldiers from the Flames of the Hunt faith according to Axel's command, their loyalty unwavering to their king and their gods.

taking my hand into hers, she tried to brush the worry, but she knew it could not do anything; “those people, those who attacked, are a strong cult of pure bloods believers, they believe that bloods should not be mixed, it happend to multiple packs, where incidents like this take places, the most recent happened with the Corrigens, where his human mate got killed by her own omegas. I remember that incident, it was a big blow, they said that the used dark magic to save the cups, but no one knows for certain what went down.

Alfred was suddenly very interested in my story suddenly he wanted me to live and take my revenge, he started to question about the stone and the story behind it, it was very evident he wanted the most powerful stone to exist on this earth, it would make him invincible if he has it but there was a twist the bloodline which inherited the stone on the full moon of the 100Th year would only be able to access it or hold its ownership for the next 100years anyone else who try to steal that stone would face serious consequences so there was no chance I could get that stone before 100years but I still wanted to take my revenge. “I will help you to live your life as vampire in a disguise, I would tr