Underworld Blood Wars Book Novels & Stories

They shimmered silver around me in the dark water, and the only smell was of wet stone and the ivy on the opposite wall. The blood magic had flared four times that day. A new record. Once in Rhydian's room when he was talking to me and I'd quickly turned away to wrestle it down. Once in the corridor outside the administration building. Twice more in the evening while I stood in the window of the east chamber and felt the spell trying to break itself through. I touched the chain at my throat, felt the links under the surface of the water. The pool was quiet. The compound was quiet. I floated onto my back and gazed up at the stars and just let everything be for a few minutes.

His words drip with venom. “Go home and put on the skimpiest black thing you can find, so maybe I’ll be halfway attracted to you.” He insults. He storms off. I exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding. This war—between vampires and wolves, between power and love, between him and me—has only just begun.

The clearing ahead opened toward the riverbank—the same place where, once, as children, they’d sworn they’d never let the old world touch them again. Now it was waiting for them. Zevran turned, snapping his jaws at the first hunter to breach the clearing. The man’s scream echoed as he fell, silver blade clattering uselessly to the ground. Another came from the right—Kaelira met him mid-charge, claws slashing through his arm. The blood that spilled burned her skin, laced with iron. More came. Too many. Zevran’s wolf spun, killing two, three, but for every one that fell, another emerged from the shadows.

Vampires and Lycans never got along, Why? Because of an ancient war that started before you... Before me, before my kind, and now we're the ones left to fight it, carrying on centuries of a hostile blood war. Caught in the middle of it, are pesky humans... beautiful, and cunning creatures, yes, but not the smartest. And pity them, of how they are so oblivious about everything that constantly happens, mysterious animal attacks, unsolved homicides without leads, missing persons report files stacking higher, and still, they turn a blind eye. But... Are they? Blind? I mean the signs are there, evidence surrounding the existence of the supernatural, theories on theories, and they couldn't find th

"This thing is custom. Not off the shelf. Red Cross?" "No," I said after a beat. "Too careful. The Red Cross likes mess and blood. This... this is surgical." Killian’s eyes narrowed. "Then who?" I didn’t answer. Because I already knew. The men in the shadows. The ones who still dared to call themselves untouchable. If they were already inside my walls… then the war had officially begun. And I wouldn’t lose.

Zara'm replied. And they were all placed in a view as they keep walking back home. The End. _______,,,_______________________, ___________ Hi guys this is the end but not the last. we will be having The Impulse Moon book 2. But these are the story we will be having before it. Our phase 1 includes. 1. Mikel's Wisdom. 2. Zara'm: Xirla Dragon. 3. The Red Corps. 4. Angel Michael's Mission.

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever

Annie was amazed at the aura she carried even in death. "The days before my passing, when I walked the human realm as one of you — years after the Blood Wars, I got wind of an unexpected development that left me worried — worried for the future generations. It meant all my efforts, and that of the allied packs, our sacrifice, would be for nothing." Annie walked beside her, listening carefully to all her ancestor was saying. "The Blood Wars were the outcome of the selfishness of one man, Kallendor, one of the first werewolves — the most powerful of the True Bloods, blessed with longevity of life that makes it look like they were immortal. Their origin remains a mystery to date," she continued

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.