Novel & Cerita Heroic Bloodshed

Some wolves stalked into the forest, backing away with narrowed and suspicious eyes. Many shifted or stalked back to half destroyed homes. The fading scent of blood still lingered in the air, but there was finally a sense of closure. In action movies, the battle itself is always made out to be the worst part. The bloodshed and carnal violence that takes over a man when they’re at their lowest. It’s the resolution, the clean-up that’s the worst part of battle. Counting the dead, placing names to lifeless faces and bloody wolves.

The deafening, chaotic roars of the border battle slowly began to fade, replaced by the heavy, suffocating crackle of burning military trucks and the thick stench of wet mud and blood. I stood entirely frozen in the center of the crimson-stained trench, my chest heaving in ragged, shallow gasps as the adrenaline slowly drained from my veins. My hands were trembling violently, but my grip remained tightly locked around the hilt of the silver blade. The edge of the weapon was dripping with the dark blood of the two warriors I had just ruthlessly killed. I wasn't a helpless victim anymore. I was a weapon of pure vengeance, and watching Alpha Richard’s front-line vanguard crumble beneath our b

Her shots sparked against the walls near Dario’s head, driving him stumbling toward the exit. Around me, the battle raged. Enzo’s cries broke through the smoke as his wife dragged him deeper into cover, blood pouring from her wounded arm. Sasha crawled across the ground, shielding her head as bullets tore through the table above her. More of our allies fell…men whose names I had only just learned, their blood mingling into rivers on the floor. And I was still on the ground, my hands painted in my father’s blood. His body was limp, his face pale.

When the pen touched the document— Blood from her wound dripped. A red drop fell right on top of her name. Livia Moreau. She finished her signature with trembling hands. Her blood stained the contract. A promise she had never even chosen. Robert smiled with satisfaction. “Good.” He closed the folder. “Now everything is finished.” But for Livia— This had just begun. This marriage was not salvation. It was hell. And the man who would become her husband… Hated her more than anyone else in this world.

Something sharp burst through my skin. The security device that attached to the school windows turned on an ear-splitting alarm. I propped myself up and pulled a big shard of glass out of my bleeding arm. Red hot blood started flowing angrily from my gash. I winced, not to the pain but the smell of my own blood. It had a surprisingly sweet, maddening scent I never thought was possible. For a moment, I just wanted to feed on myself, and that was a disgusting thought. A second later, my long deep cut patched itself up and the skin surface finally morphed and healed back to normal. No more bleeding, not even a scar. I blinked with astonishment.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

His head hit the metal with a dull thunk. His hands flailed, trying to grab my wrist, but I held firm. “You’re a coward,” I hissed. “You didn’t just betray him. You turned your back on blood for power you never deserved.” He snarled, trying to fight back. “You think this ends with me? You think killing me fixes this? There are more, Alex. More than you know. You’re swimming in a sea of sharks, and they’ve been waiting for you to bleed.”

Nathan's voice booms around the room, though his tone doesn't increase. Suddenly, his features harden, a frown deeply creasing his forehead. "Hold on to your assigned partner, fight alongside him, and be careful. I'd rather lose the battle than one of you." At that moment, Nathan is almost vulnerable, human as concern and responsibility fall heavily on his shoulders. His stare stops to linger a minute longer on me. "I don't want any heroes here. Don't run towards danger, put yourself in an impossible fight, or turn into a martyr, because all the heroes are dead," he finishes decidedly.

My heart hammered against my ribcage when I caught sight of him lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. "Shh." Alistair hushed me. "Yelling doesn't bring the dead back." He rested his hands on his waist, having a satisfied look on his face. "I guess he deserved it." "Screw you, Alistair!" "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a little painful to kill Julio." He shook his head. "I still don't understand something, Andrea." "You murdered my friend! How could you?"

“However, my heart mourns for the people who'll lose their lives to this cause. My heart feels saddened for the incoming bloodshed.” “Their blood will spill, Councilor Silas, not ours,” I replied hotly. “They would flow through every street in Bloodwood Pack. Their homes will all become flooded with the blood of their citizens until those who are left bow to me.” “This is war, Alpha Daven.” The old man replied calmly. “Blood flows on every side...”