Novelas y relatos de The Blood Of War Part 3

Vesper collected it in a small vial, watching as the red liquid filled the glass. "Thank you," she said. "That's all I needed." She left. I pressed my hand to the wound, breathing hard. The cut was minor. The violation was not. She took my blood. She's going to use it against my daughter. I couldn't let that happen. --- On the third day, I heard shouting. Not inside the fortress—outside. The clash of steel. The howl of wolves. Dax had come. I ran to the window—a narrow slit in the stone, just wide enough to see. The battlefield was chaos. Silver Creek wolves fighting Shadowfen. And at the front, a gray wolf with eyes like winter storms.

If Enzo thought she didn’t remember how to kill, he’d find out soon enough. At dawn, they drove into the mouth of the enemy. And for the first time since the blood war began… …they weren’t running anymore. ---

The voice grew colder. “Every second you take… costs him blood.” Static filled the screen. Then a final image flashed: The serpent sigil. Dripping red. The video ended. And my world… collapsed into war. ---

His blood sea was pulled by an irresistible strong suction, leaving him in a dilemma. "You want to leave? Have you asked us?" Chu Xun sneered. Roar! The wind howled as a terrifying sucking force exploded forth. Third Blood Supremacy was sucked back. "Chu the Devil, don't seek death!" Third Blood Supremacy was furious. This battle was too embarrassing. After finishing those words, Third Blood Supremacy was truly ruthless. He ruthlessly cut down the remaining blood sea. Like a tidal wave, the blood was sucked over by Chu Xun.

“Are you looking forward to it?” “Sorry?” His brows furrow. “Did someone—” “Do you like it?” I interrupt, emboldened by the trust growing between us. Vanda exhales sharply. “Haven’t we talked about this already?” I slip away from the dresser, but I feel untethered, without direction. “It’s awful that men have to die,” he continues, “but bloodshed comes with war. You can’t have one without the other.” I turn to face him. “So you don’t enjoy it?”

I cried out in pain, in a desperate attempt to save my life. “You should have thought twice before plotting against Fenrir and me,” Damien growled and pushed me to the wall. I collided against the wall, my face covered in blood, could barely see anything. I wiped my face with my hand, and finally, I saw a sword on his bed. Rushing to his bed, I picked up the sword and charged at him, driving the sword through his stomach. I pulled the sword out, and Damien’s lifeless body fell to the ground. I stood there, my bloody hands trembling.

Lyla felt the weight of history pressing down on her. This was more than just a battle. It was a reckoning. She lifted her chin, command thrumming in her voice. "No mercy." A ripple of power pulsed through the air. The Bloodmarked warriors tensed. Ready. The torches atop the stronghold flickered. Lyla stepped forward. "We end this." The wind roared. The shadows moved. And the war began. The night shattered. The Bloodmarked moved as one, a force that had been buried for centuries now unleashed.

Her body was cold, her breathing shallow. Kael was still behind us, wounded, bleeding. And the fight between Garrick and Hood raged on, a storm of fury and betrayal. My eyes darted between the three of them. The blood. The cries. The heartbreak. And I knew… This war wasn’t ending anytime soon. And not all of us would make it out alive.