Demonic Warlord's Barding Novels & Stories

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

I mumble as I continue to look around the huge room while purposefully avoiding the walls. There is a large throne in the middle of the room that seems to be made entirely of pure gold. Two smaller thrones are on both sides but they are rather made of bronze. As I am about to speak, someone barges into the room breathing heavily. “My lord, I need you right this moment, it’s urgent!” The demon that barged in says. He is wearing armor, which gives me the impression that he must be in the army. Instead of Zayn asking what’s wrong, he simply just follows the guard and walks out of the room.

Instead, my dry and watery vision captures the many beings around the bed in the healing room, peering down at me in a distressed state. "M'Lady!" Leolo walks around to my side, clutching a fedora in his hand with his long blonde hair slicked back. He was dressed very gentleman like, wearing a navy blue suit with a white collared shirt and had a caring look to his face. Usually he wore plated armor that covered his whole body, sometimes exposing his head if he doesn't wear the helmet, so it was unusual seeing him armor-less.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

"Damon, you can't go like this! You'll scare Sage Rivers!" Only then did Damon realize his disheveled state. He looked down at his wine-stained clothes and frowned. "You're right. I can't see her like this." He rushed into the nearby cleaning room, quickly washing off the alcohol smell and some of the blood with ice water, and had the accompanying healer simply treat the worst wounds on his back. He changed into clean, dark-patterned leather armor that represented his status. The warriors looked at him and couldn't help asking, "Alpha, are you going to declare war or propose marriage?"

It was the first time he encountered someone making such a demand. "In that case, prepare to die!" Old Bru's voice turned cold, his aura surging as he initiated the attack. He resembled a sea dragon emerging, wielding two sharp daggers in hand, with a golden spider perched on his back. An invisible force enveloped him, faintly forming a pressure field, unmistakably the Domain of a Lord of War. An intermediate stage Lord of War. Old Bru was formidable, even stronger than Sheila. Facing the menacing enemy, Alexander spat, "Weak!"

Suddenly, with a loud shout, a terrible aura rushed out, suppressing the momentum of the vanguard. "Who is it? Is he a general of the Barbaric Clan?" "That's not right, right? We're also fighting with the generals of the Barbaric Clan. Why are we so far behind each other?" "That's right. They are more powerful than ordinary generals!" The vanguard was secretly shocked. The owner of this aura was a power they had never seen before. A general of the Boorish Desolate Demon Clan with a huge war hammer appeared. He was extremely horrible. As soon as he appeared, he waved his hand and forced back many vanguard soldiers.

She prepared her nineteen daughter to be worthy of being presented in front of Lord Burdak. Lord Burdak is a knight, he is famous not only in his village but also here. He is a hero who helped the people around him from outside threats. Last month Lord Burdak killed twenty hunters who entered his village without permission. He's not a man to play with. Randu dressed in their village traditional clothes. A garment made of tanned animal skin. In the form of a short skirt and a chest covering whose length does not cover her stomach.

The maids made some coats and heavy robes for him but none quite compares to the warmth he felt when he draped the warlord’s fur cloak around himself. He supposed Alarick had hunted the animal and tanned the hide himself, he’d be vain and proud like that. The soldier at his side pointed at a lady selling yarn and all kinds of strips and he approached her, her eyes shining bright when she looked up. He smiled softly at her and pointed at the red-wine strip of silk tied to one bar on the counter, and she started to talk fast Maudinian language about how he could take anything he wanted. He took the strip and gave it to the soldier holding a basket of the things he had bought- which the soldier

​They rode with their heads high. ​At the head of the column rode General Vesh on that massive black charger. The white armor was no longer gleaming; it was completely coated in a thick, horrifying layer of black Feral ichor and mud. The Warlord looked like a demon that had just crawled out of the abyss. ​Vesh didn't look up at the balcony. She rode straight toward the East Wing, her posture rigid, radiating a cold, untouchable fury. ​Ten minutes later, the heavy oak door of my study swung open.