The Blood Of War Part 3 の小説・ストーリー

Blood on the horizon. War was coming to Blood Moon. ---

One burned black, shadow flames searing with Lucian’s fire. And the third… the third burned with blood-red light, an eclipse flame, neither shadow nor light but something older, more primal. It hovered in the air, pulsing like a heartbeat. The ground beneath them cracked open, and from deep below came a sound like chains breaking. A new voice rolled across the battlefield, deeper than thunder, colder than death. "At last… she has opened the Third Path." --- Serena staggered back, shadows and blood dripping from her hands. The wolves around her trembled, eyes wide with terror.

Lourain gritted his teeth and shouted back at Marth, "You're getting too full of yourself, you dog! I didn't bother with you before this because I can't kill you right now. I can't believe you took that as a sign to pompously talk to me like that! "Marth, listen well. Once we get out, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy! I'll beat you half to death before I skin you alive and take your Heartblood. That will be the last bit of value you'll ever produce!" Heartblood was a very sensitive topic to the warriors from third-grade worlds. After all, many warriors from third-grade worlds had been tortured to death for it. The death count was immeasurable, and it was something they were very sensi

The redness of the plate was enough scare to give to a healthy werewolf, let alone a werewolf that had wolfsbane and silver running through his veins already. I poured a generous amount into the metal bowl and held it under my chin, looking into the mixture with pride. "I'm only in charge of bringing the humans for the merge. That's where my job ends. The rest of the information is highly confidential." He pleaded. I didn't want to hear his sickening plea. If he wasn't going to tell me what phase three was all about, he might as well have to taste sweet hell again. "I've lost people in this war, Crescent. Good soldiers have given themselves to this course, including my father. I do not want

Third Person POV The rain fell heavily as the warriors lowered the coffin. Valeria stood, dressed in black, looking at the grave as Egan cried out loudly in her arms. The pack was mourning; his family was mourning, but Valeria couldn’t bring herself to cry. She could only watch as they covered up the grave. It’s been three days since the war, and today was the burial. When she woke up, Valeria commanded Collin to lead back the remaining army while she headed to the White Wolf Pack with the remaining army and the dead body of her mate. They had won the war, but at what expense?

The page is yellowed and cracked at the edges, but the writing is clear — etched with the care of someone who knew it would matter. I read aloud: Three bloodlines born of war — one of beast, one of blade, one of both. From the ash of the first war shall rise six marked by fate. Three shall carry the blood of the wolves. Three shall carry the blood of the hunters. Bound by fire and torn by legacy, They will stand at the brink of annihilation. One must choose vengeance. One must choose unity. One will rise to destroy. One will rise to redeem. The rest... shall fall.

Feeling for a pulse, her heart raced faster than Abey's. “Surprise!” Dremis said grabbing Abey by the neck. “So now that I have the two of you together, we can go back home and start the war that ends this planet and all of the fleas,” he said trying to grab onto Gabriela.

Amber bit off his head from behind, spitting it out with a face of disgust as she dragged her tongue across the grass, "Vampire blood is just bland and tasteless," she shifted into her human form, gagging. The remaining three vampires disappeared into a black mist, one looking directly in my eyes before vanishing, he hated me... They all did, Vampires, W.I.K.D, rogues wolves... They all hated me for reasons I don't know why, "Hey," Al jogged over to us, "You guys ok?" "Yeah— we are..." I paused, "You have got a little... Umm," I swallowed hard, pointing on loose flesh on her shoulder,

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.