Game Of Thrones Warriors Novels & Stories

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword. Mithraos turned back in time to slice open a sword wielder's head. Wars gave him a kind of high that nothing else does. The sound of a conch was heard and all swords were lowered as the sun lowered into the horizon. ----------------- Adharva Malvan raised an eyebrow as he heard of the war in South. "He is stepping out of a line when he touches our ally," said the minister Pahlan. "Indeed," said Adharva as he looked on into the darkness.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

One of the warriors stepped forward with his sword in his hand. "Glad you remember me!" I sneered as I ambled toward them. "We'll never forget you, Thorin. You are a traitor, and you killed one of us!" The other warrior responded. He also prepared to attack as he swung his sword at me. However, I had just gripped the blade, ignoring the blood spouting on my palm. "What are you doing?" He asked and was shocked when he saw me not affected by the wound. "You are not hurt!" He added. The rest of the warriors immediately surrounded me, preparing for a show.

He was dangerous. The kind of dangerous that left kingdoms in ruins. The kind of dangerous that had haunted her life for years. The warlord's eyes burned with hatred. "Kill them all." The remaining enemy warriors hesitated. Then charged again. --- This time the guardians moved. The nearest giant stepped forward. Its massive shield slammed into the ground. BOOM! A shockwave swept across the chamber. Enemy warriors were thrown backward instantly. Several crashed into pillars, others hit walls. One unfortunate man flew directly into another unfortunate man.

“You’re rogues. We don’t let your kind walk straight into the Alpha’s territory without clearance.” General Thorne appeared before things could escalate. He had already been told of their arrival and so he stepped forward. His presence was enough to make the warriors part. “They’re with me,” General Thorne said, glancing briefly at Shadow and Runa. His voice was curt, no room for argument. “Bring them in. Now.” The warriors hesitated for only a second before lowering their guard. General Thorne didn’t bother with small talk. He turned on his heel, motioning for them to follow.

The type of warrior summoned depends on the nature of the souls used and the user's skill. Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

“There’s no need for us to surrender. We were never fighting.” I knew then that this was Thistlethorn. Just like Alpha Skylar and Scarlett had been discussing. This was a peaceful pack. They refused to fight. They remained neutral through all the wars of the past two hundred years. And now? These warriors were slaughtering them. Women, children, seniors. It didn’t matter. These people didn’t stand a chance. The warriors were slicing and dicing anyone and everyone. It was a blood bath. It was a disgusting, appalling blood bath.