Guild Wars Novels & Stories

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.

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

It gave her time to think. She didn’t head straight to the infirmary but meandered the hallways. The place seemed to have changed since Nathaniel had been in charge. The Alpha’s pristine mansion which had been void of life now felt like a city now lived inside the walls. Shifters, vampires, and wiccans wandered around, all in the same black uniforms that consisted of combat boots, cargo slacks and shirt. There were some variations such as a few agents wearing clothes meant for the frosty outdoors but, it was the same outfit. It was the outfit of soldiers.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Across a distant desert, another beam awakened a colossal warrior buried beneath endless sand. In the heart of a forgotten volcano, molten lava erupted as a third general opened blazing crimson eyes. And beneath the endless ocean... Something ancient stirred. Four generals. Four kingdoms. One war. And somewhere in the darkness, James smiled. "The game has truly begun."

“Not many people have joined us since then. All other branches of organization were also shutdown. Now, there is only two branches left excluding this main branch, of course. To make the matter worst, most of members are just c or d ranked. And they only joined because they had no other way to earn more money. Now a days, most people prefer to join mercenary guilds. Of course, mercenary guilds are controlled by Hunter’s Corps—the only difference is they do not have to serve in the war. Though the resources you receive will be much greater in the Hunter’s Corps.” ‘Hum! I knew there was war three years ago but didn't realize it was that bad. That bastard of our king refused to help them, and h

Hilda had no idea how to reach him. In a daze, she stared at the list. Suddenly, a group chat named 'Gay Game Group' appeared and someone named 'stupid dog' typed, '@group: Everyone, there's an event tonight for the 15th anniversary of the Game! There will be special sets, new maps, and new monsters! Who wants to join?' 'Me.' Thomas replied. 'Old Wolf and I too. He's preparing milk right now.' Sonnia replied. 'I want to join too.' Imported Young Man wrote.

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

I looked outside to see Gregory giving me a you-can-do-it nod, while Turner watched on with a cold grin on his face. I was about to chicken out and quit the Warriors’ Guild altogether when the bell rang, signaling the fight was on. May gave me an evil grin, looking eager for the fight. Giving out a maniacal cry, May rushed at me, pushing her claws and wolf energy out. She made several swipes at me, which I barely escaped from. I knew there was no way I could beat her, so I figured I could just stall her for as long as I could. She made another cry and lunged at me with kicks and slashes from her claws, but fortunately for me, I was able to escape, running around the cage.