Guild Wars Novels & Stories

I could still tell from the corner of my eye they were pissed, but I ignored it and focused on my opponent in front of me. The rules were simple; Gamma Chris and Beta Tim had explained them to us yesterday. We had to use all the tactics in offence and defence we learned over the three years and pin down the opponent for ten seconds; the first one to do so would win. It seemed simple, but it wasn't so; our opponents were people who had already passed the warrior scholarship and were training to be part of the royal army, not to mention they were above eighteen, meaning they had their wolves, which made them ten times more stronger.

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%

"Just told me he got married, needs to spend time with his wife, and that we'll handle the war later." The assistant stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the doorway in utter shock. The country's deadliest enemies are allying with five nations, the assistant thought, a quiet shiver running down his spine. A global war is brewing around the only man alive everyone is hoping is capable of stopping it... He was standing in the street talking about a wife like none of it matters. What kind of man is he? Or has he turned his back on his country? ."Where are we going?" he asked, his voice competing with the low purr of the engine as it came alive beneath them. "Our honeymoon?"

Caius heard the hustling so he stepped back and unsheathed his sword quickly. Gili, who stayed up in the tree, shook his head as he thought of the anticipated duel. He knew that Caius and Amaris always have a sword fight every time they bump into each other. “Here we go again.” He whimpered and spit out the leaf he was chewing.

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.

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

The glowing blue defensive runes had been overwritten with jagged, glowing red graffiti—symbols of the Resistance, kill-counts, and crude insults directed at the Admin AI. The halls were packed with players. Thousands of banned avatars had moved into the fortress, turning it into a massive, chaotic staging ground. Campfires of pixelated light dotted the courtyards. Vendors had set up makeshift stalls, trading scavenged, glitched loot. It looked exactly like a high-level Guild Headquarters. Because that's exactly what it was. Ren walked through the main hall. As he passed, the chatter died down. Players stopped what they were doing and saluted. Some bowed. They recognized the matte-black armo

not! AJ and the other fans all erupt in giggles when the three of them get up from the floor. It's then that I see that they're all laughing with them and not at them. Jam, Oog, and Gland are laughing hysterically despite no one loving them enough to catch them. I frown in frustration. Why can't they ever lose?! I'd kill to see them lose, just once! I guess it really is all about perspective.

reborn in the hearts of the Union’s own children. The tension between the "Traditional-Guilds" and the "Silica-Secessionists" inevitably ignited into the Friction-Wars. This was not a war of territory, but a "War of State-of-Matter." The Guilds fought to preserve the "Viscosity" of reality, while the Secessionists fought to "Liquidate" it. The battlegrounds were the trade routes themselves, where "Steam-Dreadnoughts" clashed with "Light-Phased-Interceptors."

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.