Avengers Medieval Novels & Stories

As if their educated opinions ever counted for anything. During the debate the Provost mentioned how medieval lords hired mercenary troops (landsknect) who employed "double pay" men (doppelsoldner). That hit a nerve, "You know, somebody called me doppelsoldner this summer." She got the reference and laughter a bit too hard, almost choking on her brie.

They have just returned from the other world to recieve the blessings of the druids before they begin their good good work’ Immediately, the castle door swung open and the crusaders came in. The first of them was Slaemann who in every inch looked the leader of the crusaders. Despite his handsome features and luscious smile, he was a very deadly man when it came to things like wars. In fact, it was him who brought honor to Aberdeen many years ago when he was eighteen by defeating a whole army. He was a vampire, a wolf, and an expert at handling the sword. His confident gait also said that. Thirteen rock-faced men watched belligerently from his back with their swords at the ready.

Knowing the landscape was their biggest asset against those who would invade them. But their current enemies weren’t any other. What they were facing was an Empire which shook fear to anyone who dared to say its name with ill intent. The Superbian Empire rather known as the ‘Paradise of Flames’ The marching army had suddenly halted a kilometer away from where the Avaritian Knights stood. Standing on the second row of the Avaritian knights was Arthur, eyes filled with eagerness to defeat the most powerful army in the continent they stood at.

EMERALD GREEN EYES GLISTENED AS THEY FLICKERED WITH A GREAT REALIZATION. Seated on his dark medieval throne in his grim stony castle, shielded from the harsh rays of the morning star was Jagger. Not long ago, the Vampire King sent Cora to find the bride but returned a failure. The Paradoxical Medieval Realm was a replica of the 15th century of the mortals' medieval time, a piece of a timeline broken and turned into an abandoned multiverse existing outside the current timeline.

Stripped of power and imprisoned because he chose to conspire with the rebels to overthrow Norman Ironheart. The news broke throughout our radio transmitters twenty four hours ago. "Is the fire giving you beautiful visions, Medura?" Avril's voice comes from behind me now, breaking into my thoughts. I turn slightly toward her. A small smile settles on my face as I see the image of Athena in her mother. Despite the difference in their skin tones, with Avril favoring a radiant dark chocolate complexion, they still share a few striking similarities. The same lips. The same eyes. The same front hairline. And the same lean bone structure.

The whole battlefield was under control, all plan already proceed swiftly. All 3 points already finished building their temporary Wall, and only waiting for bathces of undeads to come in for them to kill. In this operations I also see first hand how a medieval fight were fought, and honestly they were quite a spectacle, for a professional army like Duke Merrica Knight troops, their movement was steady and disipline, they followed formations and order quite well, but on the downside they quite easily agitated and to proud, sometimes there's one or two wiould break formations , tried to show off, which served no point at all.

They shoot her with all the bullets they have, but it doesn’t stop her. “We need vervain,” one of the hunters yelled, but was soon silent when Alpha Qillalon held him by the neck and decapitated him with his bare hands. The rare blood in his system is awakening. His black fur sheds as it turns silver, soaked by the blood of the enemies in front of them. It is no longer a battle or a war. It's a carnage. Two rare creatures stood high and mighty against the armored humans. A scene that belongs to 14th-century Europe.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

James gestured, summoning a projection before the assembled group. The Marauder Warriors emerged, draped in dark crimson armor, each meticulously arranged in a formation. Banners soared high, announcing their presence with a silent proclamation. Their aura emanated formidable military prowess, casting a shadow upon all who beheld them. Dorvus and the gods of the Four Seasons stood in the forefront of the imposing army, their presence commanding respect. Witnessing this spectacle, Mantian furrowed his brow and asked, “That’s Xanthakos’ Marauder Army. Are they plotting an assault on the Wyrmscale Source?”

his right cheeks following few punches on his face and kicks in his stomach, shabbier was in his early sixties however his well build and maintained body made him look much more younger, also his punches were as strong as some young fighter “HOW DARE YOU…. BASTARD…. HOW DARE YOU TO EVEN THINK OF KILLING RAVAN… HUH…? DON’T YOU DARE FORGET YOUR PLACE HERE….. DON’T YOU RMEMBER YOUR OLD DAYS WHEN I PICKED YOU UP FROM THE BROTHAL WHERE YOU WHORE MOTHER WAS WORKING AS SLUT haaa….?” Shabbier growled loudly as he purposely scratch Vivan old wounds… “DON’T YOU FUCKING SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY MOTHER SHABBIER…. DON’T SAY A WORD ABOUT HER….” Vivan too growled back on him and in split second their surroun