Horde Prime Fanart Novels & Stories

His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration. He was handsome. Unbelievably so but Chloe couldn't work out why she couldn't look away. It wasn't like she hadn't seen attractive looking men before. Werewolves were naturally beautiful but something about this male had Chloe captivated. He was easily the definition of dangerous and perfect even with the scar that split one of his perfect black eyebrows in two.

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

The ancient creature howled in pain as smoke rose from its skin. “This isn’t over, Thorns!” it screamed. “The debt remains!” Unit Prime, on its last legs, looked at us with fading golden eyes. “You.. are.. chaos.” Then it collapsed. The Forsaken turned toward us one final time, weakened but still deadly. “I will take at least one of you with me.” Well, there was only one way to find out if that was going to be true. So I got to my feet slowly, making sure Liora was behind me, ready for what it had to throw at me.

a girl shrieked, seeming as if she were happy, which I clearly knew she was not. “And here I thought the faggot was mute, only to realize he isn't. Wow, what other surprises do you have in store for us?” the all-time bully, Mike, asked sarcastically while loudly tapping away on his table. Students laughed at his remark, but Shirley behind me seemed to be 'blushing' in anger. I scoffed as quietly as I could. 'Oh, only if you knew,' I said to myself, not daring to say it aloud. No one in school, except Shirley, had seen my bare face. I was always wearing hoodies that covered me properly.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Five figures sat waiting and the grand hall suddenly felt smaller despite its massive size. Tall pillars stretched toward the ceiling, silver flames burning within iron braziers mounted along the walls. The enormous windows behind the council members cast pale light across the polished floor. And seated before me like ancient predators waiting patiently for blood were the High Council. Councilor Magnus sat in the center, his silver hair falling over dark robes embroidered with gold symbols. Age had weakened his body slightly, but not his aura. Beside him sat Councilor Selene, elegant and terrifying, her pale eyes sharp enough to cut flesh apart.

One head was half-destroyed, brain matter leaking out. The moment it locked onto me, eyes glowing that eerie, hungry green. It let out a snarl and lunged. I didn't flinch. Not because of the OP loot my family gave me—this time, I came armed with something better. Right before its jaws hit my throat, I whipped out my secret weapon: A mega-sized chicken drumstick. "Go! Drumstick!" I chucked it. The hellhound stopped mid-lunge, instantly shifting back to its true form—three drooling dogs barreling after the meat.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin