The Blood Of Vargr Novels & Stories

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

Silverfang Camp The high plateau had become a cauldron of dark energy.Thick black smoke curled from Varak’s ritual fires day and night, carrying the stench of burning bone and spilled blood. The ground around the warlock’s tents was scarred with circles of salt and blood, the soil cracked and barren where the magic had drunk deep. Wolves gave the area a wide berth, hackles raised even in human form.Ronan stood on the ridge at dusk, watching Varak complete the final binding.The warlock knelt in the center of the largest circle, a bowl of fresh hearts still steaming before him. His acolytes chanted in a tongue that hurt the ears, voices rising and falling like a heartbeat.Varak plunged his han

It's worse than I imagined. A jagged scar cuts across his ribs, but it's not just a scar. The flesh is blackened and twisted, and within it, something glows—a deep, pulsing red light like embers in dying coals. The mark is shaped like a broken moon encircled by thorns, and as I watch, shadows writhe beneath his skin, spreading out from the mark like roots. "This is the Bloodwraith Mark," he says, his voice hollow. "My father tried to break a sacred bond, and Vorrak punished our entire bloodline for it. This curse turns emotion into hunger. The stronger I feel, the more dangerous I become. And with you…" He shakes his head. "Everything I feel is amplified a hundredfold. Your fear feeds me. Yo

Cole had gotten to it, the seal hadn't completed in time. He looked back once. Vargr was on the floor with the cart across him, the blood spreading, the ceiling above him beginning to make sounds that ceilings were not supposed to make. He was trying to get up, his face ugly with it, his hand slipping in the blood, and he couldn't. Alec turned away. They ran.

The moon shone down like an indifferent witness to the massacre. At the center of it all stood Grand Magestress Eloria, robes torn and stained with soot, her braid undone and clinging to her blood-streaked face. Alder stood several paces behind her, steady but shaken, staring at the destruction with wide eyes. And beside them… something far darker. Varek. Or rather—the thing now wearing Varek. His body trembled as the possession pulsed within him, crimson light bleeding through his veins like molten fire beneath cracked skin. His eyes no longer held a wolf’s fury—they glowed with something ancient. Something monstrous. Something that did not belong to this world.

Now that her child is gone, you will pay the price! "You want a voice? Try again in your next life!" He picked up a bowl of medicine and grabbed my throat, forcing it toward my mouth. I clenched my teeth shut and struggled. He forced my jaw open. The medicine was about to pour in. I had no strength left to resist. If I drank it… I would truly become mute this time. Forever. Connor… how could you be this cruel?

Varian let out a harsh laugh, rain washing the blood off his lips. "Why? Are you afraid?" Vargr summoned another frost rope, dragging him forward again. "No. I'm curious." In a sudden blur of motion, Vargr grabbed him—and they plummeted off the cliff together. As they fell, Vargr unleashed blow after savage blow, punching through Varian’s defenses with relentless fury. Blood and water mingled in the air. With his last strength, Varian tried to conjure his dark magic—but it shattered against Vargr’s icy counterstrike, like glass against stone.

“They’re interested in the Resonance.” She pointed to a specific marker on the chart—a sequence of genes that was highlighted in red. “The Ares bloodline has a specific genetic anomaly. It’s a hyper-sensitivity to environment. In the wrong hands, it leads to the paranoia and cruelty of your father and Laredo. But in the right hands—the hands of an architect, for instance—it leads to a nearly supernatural ability to manipulate space and perception.” I felt a cold shiver. My “gift” for architecture, the way I could feel the light and the shadows… it wasn’t a talent. It was a mutation.

“Or... It could be a simple coincidence, mother. Last time I checked, Elowen is a simple human and not a witch. Her data says so.” And that is what amazes me at the same time. Her data shows that she is 100% human, so how is it possible that she has special blood? “That woman could be the cause of your downfall one day, Kraven,”my mother seethed in anger, moving to sit beside me and grabbing my shoulders. “I told you not to allow them back inside but you and your father never listen to me. Who cares if they are not behind the assassination? They might as well be so we can get rid of them. I don't care about that woman's blood.”

A single droplet of blood welled up, bright and vivid against her pale skin. ​Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her hand toward mine. When our bleeding palms met, pressing together firmly, a sharp, electric jolt seemed to shoot up my arm. The warm slickness of our commingled blood spilled over our wrists, dripping onto the sacred iron plate set into the center of the obsidian altar. ​The iron hissed faintly, soaking up the sacrifice.