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I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

I'm pleased that everything is finally coming back just the way I like it and getting that phone call from Peter just confirms that everyone is aware of what is about to happen. I air swipe a command to start another world war. All the loyal nations under me have been provided with vaporizers and enough Nanogex to heal soldiers on the spot. It'll be a long waiting game before everything goes back to the way it should. I want this war to be known as the fastest world war in history. If not, this should still be the most remembered one.

THE WAR The world had shaken under the claws of two strong packs : The Harttman and Blackthorn, this was long before Eve saw the world for the very first time, long before Malik or Astrid, long before Dorian’s father became Alpha. No one paid it any attention when it first started, it was a whisper at first, then slowly it became a feud, it was just small and petty Then it became a war for territory, a battle for rights of hunt line then the issue of a single violated border.

, Athen was stunned hearing this, Athen didn't knew how to act, he just stayed quiet and listened to Hugo. Hugo who was now a welder once was the General of Shogo's army, Hugo was a true warrior, he had fought many battles and was victorious in them thus had battle scars all over his body, he was considered the most powerful general Shogo ever had, he worked for Balak and the former king. Everything changed when Balak came to throne, it wasn't much later that Hugo realized that Balak was a maniac, Hugo saw what Balak did with the villages and with his own people and decided to leave his army, but Balak didn't agreed with this, Balak asked Hugo to serve him as he did to his father, Balak offe

The message reads as follows: 'You've got skill but you lack a decent weapon to go along with it and a good amount of practice. Had you been using a proper Warhammer and you actually practiced diligently, the match wouldn't have ended so quickly. For now, take that Warhammer and practice your skills. The next time we meet, if you aren't stronger than you are now, I'll beat you and your entire squad down by five levels, so don't disappoint me.'

Burdak is currently very busy. There was so much going on in his head yesterday… everything was going so fast… he didn't even have time to think… he just acted what his instincts told him to do. He gave control to Boro. He had to move quickly, saving as many people as he could. He arrived at the Asulpen area…and things were already very chaotic. He stepped in his pack and immediately got the news that his father, and his beta were dead. In a condition like this, if Burdak didn't come… then the pack will be taken over by the attackers… the hunters, and the fate of all the people is certain to die. The hunters are known to be very anti-werewolf, they carry sophisticated weapons and kill one by

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

“What are these?” “Several records on previous wars. Although most wars are basically from the Messiah-Saint conflicts. This is the first time any Messiah and Saint are working together to stop a war which isn’t Messiah-driven. A war’s still a war, so I was revisiting some ancient offensive and defensive spells. There are even some magical artifacts mentioned that have been in wars before. So, just researching in case something comes handy.” “So, you, too, think that the war’s inevitable.” “If ‘you’ can’t stop Zephyr, I don’t think anyone can. It’s only wise to prepare ourselves, mentally and physically,” Archer said.

It was a scene I was accustomed to, but tonight I couldn’t be a part of it. I stood aside, a little away from the mayhem, watching my warriors attack the enemy but couldn’t involve himself in the warfare. The enemy was overpowering us. They were winning, yet I couldn’t plunge in to save my army. My mate’s tear-stained face was all I could envisage. I couldn’t push myself to fight her brother. “We have wiped out the enemy!” exclaimed Stavros, slaying the last of my wolves. “Victory!” yelled Homer.