Demonic Warlord's Barding Novels & Stories

The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size. The air in the palace felt heavy, charged with the sheer amount of power being unleashed. Kai spun in mid-air, landing a kick that cracked the demon's shoulder, but the creature barely flinched, snapping its jaws inches from Kai's throat in a lethal exchange. The shockwave of a sudden landing sent a violent gale through the corridor, forcing both combatants to skid backward. As the dust settled, a figure stood in the center of the devastation. Morgana stood tall, her massive, dark wings shimmering before retreating seamlessly into her back. She pulled a glowing

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.

Liam swept the green dragon battle robe over his shoulders, and the embroidered creature seemed to stir to life. With each movement of the fabric, the dragon appeared to soar through stormy skies, commanding and fierce. At once, Calum and the armed warriors bowed deeply before Liam, then garbed in the symbol of his authority, and they cried out with reverence, "We, your loyal followers, salute you, Commander-in-chief of Pendragon!" Liam, adorned in a battle robe with a majestic green dragon and golden patterns, seemed to transform before their eyes. He exuded the commanding presence of the Chief of Pendragon, like a legendary God of War ready to shake the heavens and earth.

He stood upon a mountain of corpses holding the decapitated head of one of the enemy generals gazing upon it reveling in the horror he unleashed with a sadistic smile but his main course is yet to come. Apex crushed the general’s skull as he stood from his deathly throne to see a giant demon with four arms, red leathery skin, massive goat-like horns, and emerald eyes as the demon held two massive battle axes. The beast immediately noticed his armor was nothing short of disgusting as he wore the captured elven women as a form of living armor and some of them were cursed to become a part of his weapon. Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berse

" All eyes were focused on the edge of the square as two troops of demon experts slowly entered the square. The envoys from the Heavenly Demon Temple were dressed in silver armor with a total of twenty people. The leading one was a burly leader of the Heavenly Demons. His demonic aura was domineering and tyrannical with a vicious momentum flickering between his brows. It was as if a bloody aura was shrouding his entire body. This was a peculiar domain feature that he had achieved by killing countless people. It was as if there were undead wailing and howling, causing one to shiver in fear.

Minahil had her hair straightened and had them dyed in light brown colour. "Minahil, you are looking so gorgeous girl!" Yara said dreamily. Minahil flashed a dazzling smile, unlike her usual self, today she was beaming at every little thing. She returned home in the late noon. After taking a bath she spent some time with Bentley then went back to her room to get ready. No one was home at that time. She wore an off shoulder black knee length dress. It had narrow sleeves and was sticking to her body like a second skin. The dress was embellished with black sequins on the hem of sleeves. She placed a silver white choker on her neck and wore several silver and black rings in her fingers. After bl

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

He swore to me that I will be his greatest adversary and he is keeping to his promises. By the time I had gotten out, a few bodies have already been dropped. But there was no way for him to escape anymore. Floodlights have shone on him and he was surrounded by wolves and angry looking warriors out to kill. Saul was still hooded by the time I got there. Soon enough, King Zemo came out too accompanied by Sara. I can't believe that I haven't seen her in days. “You made a mistake showing yourself here after killing one of my own.”

He was lying on a long, dark velvet chaise lounge a few feet away from the fire. I took a slow, silent step closer, my bare feet making no sound on the thick rugs. The Warlord of the North, the most terrifying and ruthless Alpha on the continent, looked like a corpse. His massive legs were covered by a heavy black bear fur, but his broad, muscular chest was entirely exposed to the heat of the fire. I stared, completely paralyzed, at the horrific ruin of his torso.