Blood Elf Warrior Novels & Stories

Xolvion thought as he turned his attention to the Elf, blocking another arrow with his sword. "I'll enjoy taking you down." He said as he smirked. Suddenly a shadow burst out of the smoke, taking Xolvion off guard and thrusting its sword through his shoulder. "Shi-shit!" He shouted through clenched teeth, biting through the pain. The warrior he had hit with his fireball seemed unharmed as he pushed Xolvion back into a wall, knocking the wind out of him as his back slapped off the cold stones. "This isn't good..." He thought as he looked into the zombie eyes of the controlled warrior, seeing zero emotion.

“What choice?” “To run… or to become what the prophecy fears.” Her eyes glowed with power, her hand still seared with the mark of the rebinding. And in the trees, Kael watched from a distance, unseen. But this time, he didn’t move to betray them. He moved… to draw his blade. “They’ll need every warrior,” he muttered. “Even the broken ones.” As the first howl of the vanguard shattered the night, Elara turned toward the darkened pass, hair wild, eyes burning. Beside her, Lerder shifted—half-wolf, half-man, fully war-forged. They stood together. The bonded.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.

Drawing her sword she readied herself for the attack. The wall moved slowly taking its time to torture her. More flames blazed around her lighting the faces of the duio warriors that were coming. All their faces seemed to be grey and slowly decaying, some having holes in their cheeks and jaws, bone showing through. Their mouths hung open revealing rotted teeth. Their eyes stared blankly ahead, glazed over and unseeing. Bile rose in Elaina’s throat as realization crept in. These warriors were not of the living, they were Ekek.

All their strategies would end up being useless in front of Volar and these mere war tactics could not make their enemy surrender. Although Kristoff did not have any intentions to fight against Eldrick, he had no choice. He was the Commander of the army and it was his duty to lead his men in the battle. He could not allow personal feelings to hinder him in his goals and above all, he was fighting for his motherland. So, he had to take part in the battle unwillingly, even if it meant he would be fighting his possible son-in-law in the future.

and ended up meeting the enemies of the humans, namely the archangels who had very terrible powers, the meeting of the two made him seriously injured and fled to the island of ice. these nine grim reapers lie to all humans, they claim to be Sakti warriors but in fact they are gods who have been expelled from Nirvana. and intending to enslave all human beings, Chyou Chen was able to restrain their mighty movements with the sword technique he had acquired after fighting the nine devils who were now smiling happily before him. "It's been a long time huhchyou Chen," The one horned devil smirked happily at him, Master Xiao Wu and the two others who couldn't avoid hypnotizing these Devils gave him

His dark brown hair was messy and sticky with his sweat, his scruffy salt and pepper gray beard coated in his own blood and spit. I watched as he thrashed against their grip and I reveled in the sound of his pain filled screams as one of them slowly dragged the sharp blade of his knife across the front of his chest. From his left collar bone to his right, so agonisingly slow. When the knife finally left his chest, Felix’s head slumped in relief and he tried to catch his breath. It wouldn't last long. My second man was already waiting with the bottle of purple liquid in his hand. The concoction was made up by our healers, a special wolfsbane brew. A potent liquid that we now incorporated to a

He was doing this. His one arm was extended. Palms towards Elora as he looked at Alexandria. With eyes that no one has seen before. They were silver. Pure silver. And Thora felt a shiver run down her spine. No! This is not possible! No! This has happened in the history. It can't happen now. It's the death wolf taking full control of Thaneos. He will loose his humanity if this happens. He will go on a rampage killing everyone. Friends or foe.

I, Anno, clutched a bag of deer meat damp with dew as I walked along the streets of the elven town, the burning pain from the wolf’s claws still lingering on my right cheek from last night. Whispers followed me all the way. “It’s her—that defective elf with a broken wing, and she’s even keeping a tamed werewolf.” “It’s laughable. That werewolf doesn’t even look at her. He’s always trying to run away, but she still treats him like a precious treasure.”

Two apex predators fighting for dominance, for her. Elara refused to stay back. She shifted and dove into the fray, her golden wolf form glowing like a beacon. Power surged through her with every strike. She tore through enemy wolves with unnatural strength, her claws leaving trails of golden light that burned like fire. Warriors who saw her rallied, fighting harder. But Darius's forces were relentless. An Ironfang beta blindsided her, slamming her into the ground. Jaws snapped inches from her throat. She twisted, raking claws across his belly and rolling free. Blood sprayed hot across her fur.