War Of Blood Novels & Stories

my wife wondered as she looked around the castle from the glass French door. "There wasn't much difference between them because both were dangerous and fed on blood. However, Deathly Blood was one of the types of blood manipulation. The first type was known as Blood Weapon; this style of blood manipulation allowed you to change your blood into any dangerous armament, including knives, guns, and grenades. They were more lethal than regular weaponry. The second variety was Bloody Saint, which included complex blood manipulation but was a powerful sort of blood healing. It was like an elixir, and the final one was Deathly Blood. It was a type that was not only difficult to learn but also diffic

It had turned blood red. The real war was just beginning.

Marlow said somberly and the other Elders nodded. “I say we start readying our forces so those bloody humans don’t take us by surprise. Any retaliation they organize must be foiled and returned with maximum force.” Helena shrilled and several elders assented to her suggestion with nods and murmurs. This thirst for war was not foreign amonst the wolves. We were survivors of human bigotry and machinery after all. The first conflict had hit us badly. Despite being stronger, faster and healing quicker than humans, they had quickly figured out our major weaknesses and built powerful machinery that claimed enormous casualties. My father seeing our doom materialize should we continue the war, ralli

“It’s going to happen one way or the other, Father.” “If we just remain steadfast, we can beat them at their own game.” “And by that time, half the planet will be on fire. Balthazar is dead, three continents are at war, if the vampires start a war of their own, there will be nothing left.” He wasn’t wrong. They had turned away from their humanity. All of them had. Werewolves were hunting with impunity, humans were killing each other for shits and giggles, vampires had become glutinous and feasted on children. Half the missing children at the time were victims of vampires. The other half of war.

Xavier : I don’t think so -------- Xander : we did . we had a war against VAMPIRES , this war was an actual example of bloodshed . but what no one knows is that this war was not fought by any of the packs or royals . in reality on one full moon night a large group of almost 2000 rebels and rogues launched an attack on the vampires , though they gave a great fight they were not able to win against werewolves who were even more powerful due to the full moon . it is said that the royal couple lost their lives in this battle but they managed to hide save their son , and the werewolves were idiots as they left the kids , women and injured alive cause that prince was able to raise a powerf

He puts lids on them and straws and then holds the cup out to me and says, “You’re welcome to it, if you want it.” I’m hesitant, but my grumbling tummy doesn’t give me much of an option. As I take the cup from his hands, my fingers brush against his and I’m alarmed by how cold they are. It felt colder than ice and I wish I could hold his hands and warm them up in mine. He tells me, “We get the blood from blood drives or animals we’ve caught in the forest. We try hard not to have to drink from tap. Especially with humans, although, some of us has more restraint than others.” He rolls his eyes with that last sentence and I can’t help but wonder what he means by that. Who has less restraint? I

Besides, I think they're too impatient to do things calmly. "What do you know about this wine called 'Blood of the Wise'?" Judging Orion's expression, there's no doubt, he's willing to tell him everything he wants to know. Ah. The scent of victory.

"Ok I see how this is. Well come on, lets see how much energy you two idiots want to waste." Ancients were always exceptional when it came to hand to hand combat. Many of them had seen so many wars. When vampires were able to start producing Bloodlines the King had put a stop to vampires being made and also made sure they never went to war. Most of lines did not know how to defend with a sword. They depended on their Blood Magic just in case but never not once did they ever pick up a sword. The Head Matriarchs and Elders could but that was about it. Anyone from 150 years or younger would not know what to do. So with Belle being exceptional at her combat skills the Ancients thought to see wha

Her hand slid over mine, guiding it back to her stomach. The spark flared faintly in response. “This is ours,” she said quietly. “Not theirs to analyze.” Her words echoed the vow I had made only an hour earlier. The cycle ended with me. But the war , quiet, political and ancient,v might only be beginning. Outside, a helicopter passed in the distance, routine transport for corporate personnel. Its sound faded quickly into the Tasmanian air. Ordinary noise. Ordinary day. Inside this room, a Bloodfang heir rested in its earliest form. And somewhere far beneath Geneva, calculations were being made.

“Let me finish him, Father.” “No,” the Blood Father said. “He is mine.” With a flick of his clawed hand, the heir was flung back into the shadows. John stepped away from Sarah, jaw clenched. “If this ends with blood, let’s spill it.” The Blood Father opened his arms. “So be it.” Outside the Hollow, Black Hollow burned. The sky bled red and black. Fires lit the horizon, and the wind carried screams. Saraphina and Callen fought back-to-back on the chapel steps, surrounded by villagers turning into beasts eyes black, mouths foaming with ancient rage.