Guild Wars Novels & Stories

The reward for this competition was nothing more than Warble Mountain. Even the organizers did not expect that this guild which appeared out of nowhere would win. “That Razer Guild is a tough one. Since you guys are so strong, Warble Mountain is now yours! I hope you can keep this mountain safe and don't let others steal it from you!” an old man from the organizing team said meaningfully. He had never seen Philip and his team before. He could tell from their energy fluctuations that they were normal practitioners. He was horrified to see this guild that developed out of nowhere.

He follows his father down a few flights of stairs, nearly getting dizzy with how fast they’re going. When they stop in front of a black door, Matteo’s pretty sure they’re one or two levels underground now. “There’s three people who know about this room. You’re the forth.” His father pushes the door open and Matteo’s breath dies in his throat. It’s a fucking armory. The three walls in front of him are filled with guns to the brim; everything from pistols to handguns to proper machine guns. Paulo is looking at a gun hoisted up on the wall, and he turns around when he hears the door open.

Another Alpha from a smaller warrior pack stood up defensively, ready for whatever was about to happen. "She … " Graham laughed, but it was barely a laugh at all. Everything was starting to fade, his body responding to pain, his mind saying the only way out of this was to pass out. He fought to stay awake. "She what? I will fucking show you something funny. Fucking laugh. I will break your legs Graham." Agnar said his hands now in fist at his side. "She may have beat you to it. If not, It will match my compound fracture in my arm." Graham snickered back.

As soon as Leo finished speaking with the Guild members, there was utter silence, they couldn't believe what they had heard, after sometime everyone was enjoying their night whereas on the other hand forum of the game was up in flames, when the news spread about how XWorld created a Guild and now hiring people with outstanding wages and perks and about holding a competition for it which in turned became a history in gaming community as XWorld became the first ever company to hold an event in a game that is not organised by the game developement company, all if this was spread like a wildfire.

Wilt said, “let’s head to Westinghouse Street. The others might be there soon.” “What others?” I asked, wondering if something must’ve happened after I left them. Eventually, we were at the forum. Everywhere I looked, tents, booths, and stalls sprawled like we were in a grand festival, bustling with activities. People were shouting on the streets. “Warg Guild is looking for a healing brave! No need to fight on the front line!” “Stormbringer Guild is open to all newcomers! Join New Beginning’s finest!” “Crafting braves wanted in the Gondola Guild! Come and check our benefits!”

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Hopefully, the heat from earlier has died down. " This place stinks of booze. " V7 whined as he frowned. " Most Guilds are equipped with a tavern and an inn." " Convenient, hopefully, their rooms don't stink as bad as this." V7 enters the Guild which was bursting with life as the Guild members cheer at two members who were having an arm-wrestling match. V7 walks up to the notice board and starts scanning for the quests. Having a close look at those two people. ... isn't that the ruby brute from earlier? Looks like he's having a hard time.... his opponent has a very unique helmet on... must be a Paladin.

And in the middle of the battle, not more or less. Wengarthria is Soovaree’s underworld subrealm, which has existed from the beginning of time, meaning that Wengarthrians had many battles under their belts. Right now, they are in the phase of imploding right in front of our eyes. This is a fantastic chance, and we must seize it for our own goals. But of course, the stupid mutt king is as stubborn as a mule, and he misses seeing the golden opportunity in this.

Meanwhile, on the ground, four Level 6 rigs from the Wolf Pack and Gigatron opened fire simultaneously. They'd already locked onto the Level 5 rigs of the four remaining leaders of the Wanderers' Alliance, unleashing a wave of deadly flames. Four consecutive explosions sounded. The Freedom Guild, the Fist Guild, the Limit Guild, the Obsidian Guild... These five leaders, who moments ago had been dreaming of divvying up the spoils, didn't even get a chance to utter a final word before they were wiped clean off the face of this world, car and all.

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.