Game Of Thrones Warriors の小説・ストーリー

"He's rebuilt his numbers. Not to 220—our current estimate is 140 to 160 active warriors under his direct authority." "His own pack is what, sixty?" "Sixty-two. The rest are contracted." Contracted warriors were different from pack warriors. They didn't have the bond, didn't have the loyalty, didn't have the reason to hold a line past self-interest. In a prolonged engagement they were less reliable than half their number in pack fighters. But 160 bodies were still 160 bodies. "What does his coalition look like now?" she said. "Ironwood plus two small packs that haven't publicly separated." Stefan paused. "One of those packs is Ashfield. They're seventy warriors, northwest of Ironwood territo

Across the rubble-strewn wall, Varrow stepped forward through the mist. The warlord’s armour gleamed like obsidian oil, runes glowing faintly red across its black plates. The crown wrought into his helm was jagged, wrong, a set of barbs curving like broken teeth around his skull. His presence pressed against the air itself; the mist bent away from him, curling back like smoke recoiling from flame. The Guild did not move. The beasts did not move. Even the warlocks below stood still, hands half-raised, waiting.

Moments later, the doors to the packhouse open as the warriors of hell and the hell hounds pile out. Theo, Destinee, Titus, Sadia, Thorn, Marcus, Kendra, Dragus, Xena, Adina, and Gina step out and move towards me. I smirk as I look at him as he growls at the warriors who once were loyal to him. Who are now loyal to me. He throws his head back and laughs manically before his red eyes stare into mine.

Still wrecked, but listening. “We will get her back,” I tell him. “You will get that second chance. But if we go in without a plan, we’ll lose everything. Including you.” Zak glances down at his phone, then turns it so Brandon and I can read the text. He passes it to Chris and Esteban. A smile tugs at my lips—finally, we have a plan forming. “All the warriors are on standby, Nathan,” I tell him. “Severen. Casen. Chloe. Corinda. Mike. Seth. Keisha. Donovan. Even your parents. Everyone’s coming. We will get Nyx back.”

"The Warriors are acting strange. What did I screw up now?" It's not the time for this discussion, but it's not like she won't realize something has happened. Once she has her bearings completely, she'll insist. "Do you remember the one history text we were reading a few months ago about the Warriors who stayed behind on the home planet to save as many as possible and gave their seats up on the ships?" "Weren't they super Warriors or something like that?" she asks cautiously. "Anshi." "An what?" I look into her dark eyes and see her confusion. "Anshi. They're Nova Warriors, and we didn't think any made it off the home planet. Someone's grandmother or great grandmother did."

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

Mateo says. I can see Alpha Jace seems to be actually thinking about this. He walks over to his Beta and they are muttering between themselves over near the door so we can't hear them. When suddenly a group of well-built guys walk in, kitted out in black cargo pants, boots and t-shirts. I am guessing these are their warriors. I looks across to Lola, she looks scared. This isn’t good. They warriors hunni? I link her. Yeah. Think Alpha plans to have us all put into cells Beta Jake. She replies.

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.