Horah Loux Warrior の小説・ストーリー

The weakened bond between them was reinforced with energy, pulsing with power. “What is your Loúpino Ónoma?” The Chief Elder raised the challenge. Liora walked to the edge of the platform so everyone could see her, teeth bared as she thumped a fist across her chest. “I. AM. ADAMANTIA!” The victorious bellows that followed were deafening, mixed with howls and roars. Liora turned, lifting her hair away from her neck to reveal a shimmering flower tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a boon from the Goddess. Wolfsbane would never be able to kill her moving forward.

It took time since they were less in numbers, but somehow they killed the horde and the alpha too by precise coordination and strategies. Lorenzo gained an axe-type Soul-Armas whereas Guss, Rhett, and Remy got the 4 amulets and 5 beast-charms in total. They had to stop moving further in the cave since it was already the end of the last day. "Hey Lorenzo, Could you show me your Soul-Armas?" Wolf asked with puppy eyes "Mind If I look at it, I just wanna peak a glance at it". "Sure, No problem," Lorenzo grinned and tried to show off, "This armas is an axe-type, it looks exquisite. I can't believe my first Soul- Armas is so beautiful."

Heather was also tense. "Bring it on!" Ambrose did not even fret at the sight of Loro's attack. He took a deep breath and raised an arm to block Loro's punch. Baam! As the two arms came into contact, Loro felt a wave of power push against him, and he backed up a few steps uncontrollably. A stream of blood appeared from the corner of Loro's lips. It was clear that Ambrose had the upper hand. Ambrose was young, and he had also been the New World prince, fed with rare herbs and medicine since birth. He had followed Yang Jian into battles for years, and his experience in countless combat had forged him into a warrior not inferior to Loro.

“Our victory belongs to every heart.” Torin raised his staff. “We witnessed the prophecy fulfilled, the shadow unmade. It is our honor to bestow a new title upon our Luna.” He nodded to two apprentices who bore forward a cloak of deep midnight blue embroidered with swirling flames in silver and sunrise gold. “Alara Bloodwulf, Light of the Dawn, Keeper of the Heartfire.” Alara’s breath shivered as Ezra lifted the cloak and settled it on her shoulders. Applause thundered through the hall, echoing off vaults. She caught Cassian’s gaze; he mouthed, “Proud of you.”

And I just reminded myself that this was the last one. It was at least an hour before we got everyone on the same page and had all the other packs’ loyalties spoken and confirmed. We relayed the information to Lorenzo and made sure everyone was aware of where the battles would be taking place, this was my point to speak about. I was the Luna, the warrior Queen, and head of the royal army which we suddenly had. I had a natural ability to see strategy of this war thanks to my extra senses and knowledge.

Xander hums quietly beside me, rocking slightly on the balls of his feet as he follows every movement, clearly enjoying the show as much as I am. Zahra lands behind the second warrior, loops an arm around his neck and drives one knee into the back of his leg. He collapses as her weight drags him down, and she tightens her forearm beneath his chin. He claws at her arm, struggling to breathe, but she's positioned too well for him to break the hold. The third warrior grabs her from behind. For the first time, a few voices rise in support of her. Murmurs and gasps ripple through the crowd, and no one seems to know who they should be rooting for: the warriors they have trained beside and grown up

Rochelle wants this chance to train, do what is in her heart to do, what she has always wanted to be the best of the best. She hasn’t even realized or thought about her actual title now is Luna, she’ll never be a warrior again, not once I mark her, but I’m not bringing that up right now. I raised my glass of whisky in the air, “to my badass Luna, one that even Alpha’s will fear,” I took a sip in my empty office.

Nicole lifted her chin. “I am Luna by blood and by right. And I will lead. Not as the shadow of a man’s claim. Not as the broken thing you thought you left behind. But as myself. And if any of you doubt that—” her eyes swept the chamber, daring, burning, “—you can stand. And fall.” The words struck like a thrown torch. For a heartbeat, the chamber held its breath. And then the whispers began. They were sharp, frantic, hungry. Wolves exchanging looks, elders murmuring, others leaning back as though already bracing for the war her declaration had summoned.

Fucking annoying. Around us, Nox’s army—wolves from Starfall and allied packs—stood in tense formation. Rogues had filled in the ranks, too, and though their loyalty was questionable, they were willing to die for the chance to tear down Eamon’s empire. In total, we had 2,300 wolves. Eamon’s forces? More than 3,000, if Vad’s intelligence was to be believed.

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.