War Of Blood Novels & Stories

the foundation’s assets through a series of offshore counters. Toby was in a sling, his arm set by a local doctor who didn’t ask questions. He sat on the deck, his eyes fixed on the water, his rifle across his lap. He was no longer just the protector. He was a man who knew that the war wasn’t over. It had just changed its frequency. I sat at my drafting table, the silver music box sitting in the centre. I didn’t wind it. I didn’t look at the tooth. I picked up a piece of charcoal and a fresh sheet of vellum. I didn’t draw a house. I drew a network.

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

“My brother here just wants to make sure the witches have no form of escape, an issue noted with the natural marking. Today, the relic of the Blood-Fang known to force bonds permanently between two creatures will be used! What you are about to witness is a once in a lifetime experience!” The hall erupts in gasps. My jaw loosens. The Blood-Fang is the name for the first witch wolf war that took place centuries ago. Legend says this weapon was used to cause hundreds of deaths on both sides of the war. It was rumored to be lost in the forest. And it's here. It's actually here. And it's going to be used on me. Fuck. Ariana curses under her breath. Mother is on the verge of tears again. Surprisin

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

He didn't reply, forcing me to peer into those unreadable eyes and drink him in. “Is this from the blood oath?” I tried again. He shook his head, leaning into my touch like an obedient pet. His eyes were trained on me, as if challenging me to a gaze holding standoff. “No.” He said after a few minutes. He turned his other hand where a small scar marred his palm. “This is it.” “While this,” He said and his hand connected with mine which was still clinging to his face. My heart beat tripled. He continued effortlessly. “This Happened in a fight many years back.”

he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.

"No. He is the male primal blood – you are the female primal blood. Two extremes of the same curse. When they merge, the world will collapse and be reborn." Evelyn stepped back, her breath quickening. But in her heart, a familiar voice — deeper, more familiar — echoed: "Don’t listen to him. Evelyn… don’t let the black blood inside you control you!" Lucien. She gripped her head, pain overwhelming her, and collapsed. The black blood poured out from her palms, flowing up her neck. Callen raised his holy staff, roaring: "Now return to your origin, Heart of Blood!" From the staff, a beam of white light shot toward her. Evelyn screamed, but instead of retreating, she charged forward. The two oppos

" The penalty for betraying the brotherhood is death. Is that a painful time, or what? Even though I anticipated this response from everyone, for some reason, I never imagined Rose would express her opinions about me so straightforwardly. Nathan warns Pakistan, "I hope you're ready for an internal war if you hurt a hair on his head." Raven adds, "There won't be an internal war." Theo hears me say, "You heard him." So, why don't you sit down for a change?" His finger is on the trigger as he directs a scowl my way. Honestly? He's so dreadfully erratic that he might possibly shoot me right now. He views everything with the term "war" as entertainment rather than a danger. More than everyone els

Over time, the root cause of this terrible 'Blood War' was forgotten by many, and once fertile kingdoms became barren wastelands of ash and dust filled with pain, fear, and starvation. Decades later, this Blood War, which seemed to appease hatred between several supernatural clans and species_specially between vampires and wolves, came to a halt when the wolves lost their Great Alpha Lycaon and Alpha female Cyllene and the Celestial Empire lost their Emperor Amborgio and Empress Selene.

Every time I look up at that eerie sky, another burst of panic shoots through me. I may not have been Lycan-born, but everyone knows the story of what happened the last time such a Blood Moon was seen. One hundred years ago at least, almost to the dot, it’s said that a Blood Moon unlike anything ever seen before had painted the sky red. None of the werewolves knew what to make of it. But as the Blood Moon rose to its zenith, just as it reached its pinnacle point in the sky, a vicious and bloody war broke out between the werewolves and the witches. Despite lasting only twenty-eight days–the precise duration of a full moon cycle, to be exact–it’s long been considered to be one of the most grue