Borderlands 3 Warlord Novels & Stories

Finally catching up, Emma saw that it was indeed Adrian under the aura essence vortex, but he was already done leveling up. "Do you still want to compete with me in terms of speed now?" Adrian looked at Thalia sharply. Thalia considered itself on the level of an Intermediate Warlord. It thought that even though Adrian was a freak, he couldn't possibly be faster than it, right? "Hmph! You've only just become a Warlord, and yet you're so arrogant. You haven't seen what a real powerhouse is!" Thalia said loudly. Adrian chuckled lightly. A real powerhouse? He had seen too many of them because he was one himself. He had been one since many years ago.

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

“I never needed you. You’re a pathetic, weak, disgusting man who has to kidnap and force women into things they don’t want to in order to get what you want. I would rather die than be married to you, wallah.” 45 KHALID Her words were like a spark, igniting something inside me. “You heard her,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Now get the hell out.” The warlord sneered, his grip tightening on the knife. “I don’t think so.” He lunged, and everything happened at once. I fired the gun. The sound was deafening, the recoil jarring. The warlord staggered, clutching his shoulder, blood blooming across his shirt.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

The Lord of War struggled in vain against his grip. "Lord Number Three, don't kill me!" the Lord of War pleaded, his fear palpable. "The one who followed you here, what cultivation realm is he in?" Number Three inquired impassively. "At the very least, somewhere above a Lord of War, perhaps even stronger," the Lord of War Realm divulged, aware of the cyborg's ruthlessness. "Die!" Number Three promptly silenced the Lord of War after receiving the required information, swiftly executing him. "Lord Number Three, is it time to counterattack?" someone asked.

Movement itself became a struggle, the atmosphere thickening into a gel that sought to entomb us in our own fear. Around us, the chaos of the swarm stopped instantly. The hundreds of faceless void minions—the scouts and soldiers that had been clawing at our borders—suddenly halted their advance. In a chilling, synchronized motion, they lowered their featureless heads and bowed low, their forms trembling in the presence of their master. This was no mere spirit or accidental leak from the third realm; this was their supreme commander, the architect of the emptiness. The Warlord did not acknowledge them. It simply loomed, its presence a gravitational pull that sucked the color and soul from eve

“Hikaru and I have decided that we will become the new Guildmasters of the Stormbringer Guild.” “That means we are kings,” Hikaru declared. “Two Guildmasters.” Aurelius raised an amused look. “How rare.” “But no warriors to command,” one of the commanders quipped with a Spanish accent. He had the helmet and armor that he was undoubtedly from Sixteenth-Century Spain. “Watch your mouth, Alvarez,” Masaru exclaimed. “The Storm Brothers are still worth a gold-class. Once the Third Great War starts, the Stormbringer will rise again.” “So long as you don’t break our contract during the course of this new war,” Aurelius said with a shrug and a smug. “I’m fine with you elevating to platinum-class.”

a voice boomed, tthunder-heavy andrough around the edges, like it had been dragged out of a storm. The crowd parted. A warlord stepped forward, so massive he made Vane look small. He wore tribal brands like scars that never healed right. One left eye was gone, replaced by a jagged scar that looked like lightning ffrozenin skin. His cloak hung from the pelts of grey wolves, soaked in whatever power lived in the city itself. “Warlord Karn,” Vane growled, bowing his head a fraction. “I bring the King’s true bloodline. The Princess Elara.”

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!