How Did Buggy Become A Warlord Novels & Stories

“The Alpha and Beta were already dead by the time you showed up. The pack needed an Alpha. That was more important than finishing off the rogues.” “We have an Alpha!” Otto yelled. “He’s right in front of you and just beat your dishonorable challenge!” “He won’t win the next one!” Adam yelled. “That’s enough!” I bellowed. “Take them to the dungeon for abandoning their posts!” I commanded. “You can challenge me after your punishment!” The warriors took the old timers to the dungeon. Then I went to address my pack, inform them of the tragedy, and bury my father. So began my reign.

“This warrior is my new adjutant. You will see him come and go from time to time.” “Nice to meet you all.” Jakub bowed and nervously pursed his lips. "You chose a newly initiated rogue over a senior warrior." It sounded more of a question than an observant remark as Uncle Duke sized up the guy. Dad shrugged, "He's a good kid and the other warriors were bouncing him around the field. Look how little he is. I felt sorry for him.” Uncle Duke’s hand rested on the backrest of Dad’s chair as he leaned and crossed his feet, peeping down at the contents of the documents.

The crowd cheered and repeated what he said. This is the scene that I have been dreaming since I was fifteen. However, I cannot finish this scene because it always ended halfway. The boy who always wept inside his room became a cold and a cruel man. When he was crowned at the age of fifteen; he started a war and became a man with no remorse. He showed nothing but cruelty to the witches.

“Stop there!” I tried to command it, but it was not taken any orders. “I am not designed to take orders. I saved your life at birth and I own you any day and any time.”The beast said to me as he rushed at me. I roared and faced him head on too. He was too fucking powerful to hold down at all. I tried my best to tame him down, but he was resilient and stubborn. The beast grabbed me by the shoulder and flung me as if I had no weight. I landed on the floor and winced with pain. I saw blood on my face. I can't believe that there was no progress at all. My skills as a warrior mage had very little effect in him. He was too powerful and I had to think for another way out. He is not designed to be i

All he had to do was leave a son or daughter wherever he visited and eventually help them build armies. Count Forser's forces were mostly augmented by B-rank horseriders, who received great support and funding. And his most recent investment was in a pair of wizards whose ranks the bandits were unaware of. Mages were not cheap. When a great warrior could slaughter a hundred men on the battlefield, a wizard merely required a spell to slaughter twice as many. "Do you think we need a plan to take over our city, Rage?" "None." A rapid response I suppose so. I could just send Dray alone and take out that Zekial guy and his army.

It was like this always and every time the total number of selected warriors wasn't more than fifteen or twenty, which was very less. Before them, Xander used to follow the agenda of keeping fewer warriors but the best ones, like the one-man army theory. It was working till now because they weren't threatened by great powerful forces. Rasmus recalled how his father used to tell them about one of his wars against the rogues. He won but it was difficult, it wouldn't have been possible without his Vampire friend Azure, whose son was none other than Lennox. But now the enemy wasn't the same. At that time all the packs were with Xander because they had a common enemy but this time perhaps the f*c

Even though he had not reached the Acme Rank, he had surpassed the Nine-Power Macrocosm Ancestral God Rank. With such strong Chaos Power and his identity, no living being suspected him. “Scram,” James’ expression darkened as he said coldly, “Withing ten Epochs, the Bug Race can’t appear in the Cloud Race’s territory. After ten Epochs, you may do whatever you want.” “Yes.” The powerhouse of the Bug Race was terrified. At once, he ordered, “Retreat.” With the order, the Bug Race army left. Meanwhile, Fitzroy had a heavy expression. Ten Epochs was too short. Why did Youri say ten Epochs?

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

I saw my gamma and beta Nigel (gamma) and Kyle (beta) running towards the car with bags around their shoulders and I hurried them up. They jump in the back seat no questions ask, and we make our way out of the compound and onto the pack grounds driving quickly towards the dirt road, but we were cut off by at least fifty (50) warriors all standing at attention waiting for my next move. Nigel and Kyle hop out of the mustang readying themselves for a fight when I hear a loud growl coming from behind them, the growl of my dead husband. He comes walking, drifting, with heavy and uneven footsteps,