Demonic Warlord's Barding Novels & Stories

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.

I watched as a mixture of guards along with my warriors surround the figure who is completely oblivious to what is going on, they watch and wait until the person is close to where they have the trap set up, the figure slowly makes their way towards the trap with their head still down and sprinkling the contents of their pouch, once in position they fire the net and the figure dodges gracefully and attempts to flee through the tree top I quickly will my power in a gust of wind and knock the figure to the ground and they threw the net over it as soon as it landed and it began to cry out as the net touch its' skin. I leap from my balcony and make my way though the crowd and looked at the squir

It's time to go. Everyone went out right away to go to their positions. The couple followed the group that will attack the eastern territory of the demons. The east is closer to the ritual they have created. At last they finally arrived at the demon's lair. There were a lot of them working and building barricades. It seems the demons were unprepared for this fight. The demon warriors were alarmed. "The front line is under attack!" one of the demons shouted out to his comrades. Some demons remained to guard the eastern border while the others went out to help the front line.

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

Emerging from a group of bushes, emerge twenty men, all of them armed and all looking rather filthy. Their tunics were caked in black stains while various insects were crawling around the bird shite that covered their cloaks. The only thing that looked clean in their outfits was a single large lavender strap tied to their elbows. “Identify yourselves strangers!” Varkii shouts at them. One of them raises his axe and points it at us and shouts “I’ll ask the same of you Remanian pig!” the stranger replies. “They’re Barbarian mercenaries” Pal’lacon murmured. We had faced down some of their kind before, many Barbarians mercenaries or sellswords as we called them were used to bolster Persian ranks

The witch resurrected back the warlord through a passage door that was suddenly brought out from the magical mirror Lucy had stolen from her lover, Queen sekina. The skull and the heart joined together and the warlord appeared from a dark mist which had suddenly covered everywhere. He stood up naked from the circle with a staff in his hand and a crown on his head. He was clad in a long brown animal skin attire, covering his nude area just with a hand he stretched out .

The Witch King did not dare to look up at him. The fake emperor’s eyes were narrowed into slits with a glint of coldness flashing within. “Relay my decree! Central Warzone Master Baron Von Doom, Northern Warzone Master Caestus Rembrandt, Eastern Warzone Master Gaia Amatsu, and the Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh War Gods are to leave five million troops to confront the Lycantroops marching from the west! “In this battle, victory is the only option!” The imperial guards immediately sent out the orders.

This was Sinners, where werewolves came to lose all inhibitions. "Fuck!" I cursed, my heart pounding loudly as I tasted real fear. A male's hand grabbed my waist and I flinched away. Someone cupped my ass and squeezed and I cried out in outrage. "Get the fuck away from me!" Suddenly, I felt a dark looming presence rise up behind me and all the eager werewolves froze. A huge jacket slid over my shoulders, smelling of leather and sandalwood and money. "You heard her." The dark, smokey voice said softly, daring any of the men to challenge him. To my surprise, they raised their hands and backed off hastily. That voice was so familiar... I spun around and gaped at the rude, handsome stranger.

He was one. Massive, motionless, and terrifying in his stillness, the warlord looked nothing like the court's whispered portraits. His armor was made of scales—real ones, black and dark crimson, char-bound and ancient. They looked as though they had grown from his skin rather than been forged. Long hair, coal-black and streaked with silver, hung unbound around sharp, beastlike features. His eyes… Her breath caught. They glowed. Not gold, not amber. Firelight, caged behind the thinnest veneer of humanity. When his gaze landed on her, she felt it like the kiss of an open flame.

After he undressed the warrior, Daemon changed into the warrior's uniform. As he pulled it on, Daemon felt the thick tunic material against his skin and the strange weight of the armour over his shoulders. He smiled to himself when he realized it was his perfect size. He adjusted the bindings and tightened the leather belt until he felt safe. Then he put his own clothes on the dead man's body which were now ripped and filthy. He used a rough cloth to cover the dead warrior's face. He knew it would be a matter of time before the warrior would be discovered.