Guild Wars 2 Black Lion Key Novels & Stories

The man cried out in pain. Black blood splattered across the stone floor. "You'll regret that," he snarled. "I already regret letting you breathe this long," Wesley replied coldly. The stranger suddenly laughed. "You still don't understand." He looked directly at me. "The girl isn't merely your mate." "She's the key." My heartbeat skipped. "The key to what?" I demanded. He smiled beneath his hood. "To a war that began before either of you was born." Before anyone could stop him, he crushed a small black crystal hidden inside his sleeve.

His grey eyes were fixed on the approaching horde, his jaw tight. Theron stood beside him, his claws extended, his gold eyes blazing. His throat was wrapped in fresh bandages, but his voice was steady. "They are many," he whispered. "We are more," Cassian said. Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger in his hand, its blade pulsing with pale blue light. His grey eyes were calm. I raised the Kingslayer. The symbols blazed—gold and silver, brighter than the sun. "Wolves of Blackwood," I called, my voice carrying across the field. "This is our home. This is our pack. This is our fight. We do not run. We do not surrender. We hold the line."

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

They were also very powerful beasts and their leader was feared in the whole werewolf kingdom. They must have been awakened by the smell of blood and war. These were the language they know best. The great northern gate trembled under the weight of something massive. Fangs glinted through the cracks. Black mist slithered into the courtyard. Troy stepped forward, lifting his sword, his voice rising above the storm. “Blackpine stands!” And with a roar, the last sons of two fallen kings charged the darkness together. They were happy when reinforcement arrived. "Wait, is that not the Masked Alpha?" both Troy and Kaelis thought to themselves.

23% ------ Rank 7 - Clan Gaia (189.01 B) Change - 5.4 B | -23.23% ------ Rank 8 - Sun Eagles (188.39 B) Change - 3.9 B | +7.23% ------ Rank 9 - Nefarious Legacy (187.22 B) Change - 3.1 B | -1.23% ------ Rank 10 - Bone Wolves (180.39 B ) Change - 1.1 B | -15.23%

|Jobs Warrior lvl1 Knight lvl1 Healer lvl30 Swordmaster lvl1 Archer lvl30 Rogue lvl30 Mage lvl30 Special Job (Locked) |Greed: 2%

Money? - No sir. I have money. - Good for you. Take this. – he says, giving him a black card. The Warrior looks at the card that only has a name written on it and a chip. “Lycaon King.” The warrior opens his eyes wide and raises his head to look at Lycaon, who puts a finger in front of his mouth, silencing him. The warrior smiles and nods. He runs out to do as he was told.

Life without the White Wolf's blessing was like a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. Within a week, the lush forests of the Silver Moon territory began to wither. The streams turned muddy and dried up. A mysterious plague began to spread among the pups and the elderly, a cough that no medicine could cure—because the only cure was the aura of a White Wolf. Married life wasn't the sweet dream Alexander and Lucas had imagined. Instead, it was a total disaster. Before, they were the Gods of War in the pack. Every hunt yielded the fattest, most prize-worthy game. They arrogantly believed this was due to their own superior talent and strength.

Alpha Lane was not happy with the way Alpha Abel and Adriana were getting close so he decided to do something about it; he met with a group of rogues in a place known as the Black Gate where all sorts of mercenaries, black market dealers and so on usually hang out. So the air was filled with tension, but Alpha Lane was still the biggest and most feared wolf here. His piercing gaze swept over the crew, their loyalty for sale to the highest bidder evident in their wary eyes.

Terrified, I covered my mouth, not daring to make a sound. After eliminating all the brown wolves, the black wolves ran towards the direction my mother had gone. Feeling anxious, I followed them. The deeper into the forest, the fiercer the sounds of fighting became. A familiar scent reached me—it was Kevin! "Ha, brothers, there's a tastier prey ahead, Peter Allen's son, the new Alpha of the Blood Moon clan." "You Rogues killed my companions. I want all of you dead!" Kevin roared angrily, his eyes crimson red, his brown fur stained with blood, whether his or from other wolves, I couldn't tell.