Wow Blood Of Sargeras Novels & Stories

My breath comes out ragged, my heart pounding as raw rage floods my veins. "Piper! The pots!" My wolf’s voice rings in my head. "They hold Zoe’s blood—her children! If they remain intact, Serena’s spell will kill them completely!" My gaze snaps to the six eerie, glowing pots lined up against the wall. Without hesitation, I launch forward, knocking them down one by one, the sound of shattering clay ringing through the air. A gust of dark energy bursts outward as the last pot breaks, the red mist inside it dispersing like a dying curse.

The beginning of the end. Dear goddess, if you're listening, you had better make us come our victorious. * The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat. A chilling howl ripped through the battlefield as wolves lunged at each other, fur bristling, fangs bared. My heart pounded in my chest, every fiber of my being on high alert. The night sky was painted with the orange glow of torches, casting eerie shadows over the chaos. Sergio stood beside me, his massive form radiating raw power. His silver eyes burned with a lethal focus, locked onto Logan—the stupid asshole who had come to destroy us.

I was in so much pain that I had no idea something unexpected was happening with my blood and the deranged wolves. My blood healed them. Serena was furious enough that her feelings were blinding her. She used her power to make me suffer, and I couldn't do anything in my human form, but let my blood be the cleansing liquid to cure these creatures. If my suffering would put them back to normal, then so be it. I was lifted and thrown away in the middle of the battle. The wolves growled and howled in our presence. They never minded two naked women bothering their presence. One was madly furious while the other was covered with blood and almost unrecognizable.

The pain kept clawing at my insides, but the agony wasn't entirely overwhelming because I could feel Levi through the mate bond. That was when I looked at him and realized he was on the ground beside me, suffering the same fate as me. His breathing was uneven, and his face had gone pale. With obvious effort, he lifted his head and glared at Drahzar. "What did you do?" Drahzar let out a low, mocking laugh, thoroughly enjoying our pain. "I'll gladly explain.” He slowly turned his cold, calculating gaze to Sera. “I got my lovely daughter here," he gestured to her, “to get just a tiny drop of Brooks blood for a ritual, using a needle she pricked her with.”

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

He was going to play the Grim Reaper tonight and he had no remorse about it. “You kept her because you wanted to prevent this. She is alive and it is still happening. You may be my King but I am your friend and your safety is more important to me than whatever that woman has to say” his voice firm. I had no energy to comment anymore. I still felt bursts of the antidote in my system that urged me to go lay down in an ice bath and tremors from my blood that had gone missing from the blade. All the hassle to get that sword was to secure my blood and it was just gone. Right under my nose.

Trip said. “You all got what you wanted. You wanted me to patch in, just not with the Warriors, right? I’ll let you in on a little secret, Trip. Blood will flow real soon. It will be the last MC war for a very long time, because I’m going to cut down every single person that had anything to do with the attack on my club, and trust me when I say, I’m the only person capable of keeping that promise.” “And you think the Reapers did this? Why the fuck would I want Bandit dead?”

Others clawed at the ground, trying to flee the epicenter of destruction. Above it all, the First Howl writhed, its massive shadow-corrupted form blotting out the starlight. Its body pulsed with veins of dark energy, and its howl tore the sky itself apart. Serena stood at the center of the storm, her body glowing with fused power—silver light of the moon colliding with the violet fire of shadow. Her form was both wolf and something beyond wolf, her eyes twin orbs of stormlight. She could feel every heartbeat in the valley, every thread of fate pulling taut around her.

Then the thing shifted again—and it was Alessio himself, younger, afraid, cornered, pointing a gun at a boy who would not fight back. The vault wasn’t memory. It was punishment. It moved like it knew the deepest parts of you—and hated them. The walls pulsed. Then the whisper returned. “One blood must break for the rest to live.” Alessio turned to Emilia. Her face had gone pale, but not from fear. From recognition. “What does it mean?” he asked. “It means what it always meant,” she said. “We were never meant to survive each other. This war... it was designed.”