War Of Blood Novels & Stories

The sky burned red as the blood moon ascended, its crimson light drenching the world in an ominous glow. The air was thick with tension, every wolf in the gathered packs sensing the magnitude of what was about to unfold. The final confrontation—the war foretold in prophecies whispered across centuries—was no longer a distant threat. It had arrived.

That is how our world works. Dimitri looked at his twin with hatred, his fist tightened. At first, I thought he was going to agree. "Get out," he said quietly. "She is carrying my child," Alexei said, his expression firm and unyielding. "We're not entirely sure about that," Dimitri whispered, his voice shaking with rage he could barely contain. "Neither do you," Alexei shot back. And like that war was declared in that moment. Not with words or weapons, but with the silence that followed. The silence of brotherhood dying.

Malcolm slammed an enemy into the ground, his claws slicing through his chest. Callum crushed a wolf’s skull between his massive jaws, the crack of bone lost in the sea of screams. It was a massacre. Bodies piled high. The battlefield was drenched in crimson. And still, they fought. Because this war was far from over. Because Eliana had yet to shift. And Kade was still standing. Untouched. Unchallenged. Unstoppable. The night was not yet won. And the blood would keep spilling until it was.

From past histories, the previous Blue Bloods weren’t able to overcome all the challenges they faced from the moment they were discovered before they were eventually killed. *** Lorel Unbelievable!!! What will cost him to tell me the reason why I became a target of the Vampire Prince? Vampire Prince…. Is that even real? Do they even exist? I find everything he just told me difficult to believe. I mean who would believe such a thing. If I hadn’t seen him in his Lycan form, I would have thought he was insane. “You are back.” I heard my mum’s voice as I entered our family’s house thereby drawing me out of my thoughts.

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

Blood and Water is a story that points to a civil war in West Africa, Nigeria and the hovering hunger for survival by two teenage boys. Hope you enjoy. Completed version with no coins for now. Make sure you drop your reviews... *** Rumours of a War A proverb says that when it rains everyday, there is a bound of sorrow within the rain. Maybe we were not that rich but we were happy or we claimed to be. The only problem was that I was no longer in school. I think I liked it that way, school stress was so hard especially now that I was in the junior secondary.

It was fresh blood they were smelling and they couldn’t help but think of the worst. Collin came to the view of the source of the smell of blood, ‘They are asking for it!’ Carl growled when he saw what was in front of them, the Black Moon warriors were covered in blood fighting like their lives depended on it, which it did. On the field right at the border rogues could be seen in numbers, some were already dead and some were fighting the warriors. The annoyance Collin felt when he saw that was unimaginable.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

"Where do you think you are going little girl?" She barely kept herself from rolling her eyes at the way he addressed her. "Out. I'm not doing you good by being in here with you." "But I am thirsty." Her eyes widened in realization. "You want to drink... from me?" "What do you think?" He pulled her close, and she looked directly at him, into his eyes. What had gone wrong with the prince? "You shouldn't be so surprised. I am a pure blooded vampire. I easily get tempted." "But you go to war. You should be used to the blood."

He set his glass down with deliberate calm, then stood, tall and commanding, his presence filling the room like a storm breaking. “Stay here,” he said, voice low but edged with steel. I shook my head frantically. “Wait…..” But he was already striding to the door. When he opened it, I caught a flash of chaos: a man in a suit collapsed against the wall, blood spreading across his chest, another dragged away by guards. The sharp tang of iron filled the air. My stomach lurched, bile burning my throat. Leonardo stepped out, murmured something I couldn’t hear, and the shouting dulled to curt orders. Within moments, the hallway was cleared, the bodies gone, the blood smeared away as if it had never