King Of The Battlefield の小説・ストーリー

“Rachelle Simon from Dark Soul Pack, I hereby give to you the power of a battlefield commander. At the age of 16, you just reached a high position that no one had ever done. You’re the first woman who stepped in to become one of the best battlefield commanders. And I am obliged to admit that I am so amazed and proud of you.” I bowed my head a little as the Alpha King put the gold medal and hooked it on my neck as a sign that I really became a battlefield commander.

"My king...my king...rise, my king." William struggled to open his eyes; his vision was blurry, and his senses were in disarray. "Where am I?" he asked the fully-kitted Werewolf soldier above him. "We are on the battlefield, my king," the soldier replied. William was confused as to why the soldier kept referring to him as a king, but he had more pressing questions. "Battlefield? Why? Who are we fighting against?" he asked, his confusion evident.

King, Victor. And I'm certainly not afraid of you." Victor's face twisted with rage, and he lunged at me, his claws extended. But I was ready for him. I sidestepped his attack, my eyes never leaving his face. As Victor regained his balance, he grabbed my wrist, his claws digging deep into my skin. I winced, feeling a surge of pain, but I refused to give in to my anger. I looked at Victor, my eyes calm and steady. "That's not why I'm here, Victor. I'm here to fight the Alpha King, not you. So, let me go." Victor's eyes flashed with anger, but he released my wrist, his claws retracting. I turned to walk away, leaving Victor to seethe with anger. The battlefield was a vast, open plain surround

It almost felt like The King was flirting with her almost. Placing herself in front of him, she stood there and studied him. How the heck am I going to defeat him. He is just as powerful as dad. I hope I do not end up with broken bones. Sighing Lazarus got off his chair and walked to the matt. He looked from Zephyr then to his eldest. Holding up his hand, he then brought it down to give them the signal.

And in the end he told them. “Before now, we've fought so many battles. But none came with a wave as deadly as this last one. I was proud when I looked over the battlefield from my own war with my adversary and I saw how most of you fought like true warriors. But sadly we lost a few. And traitors were flushed out too.” For a moment, I took my eyes off the quiet crowd listening to their king and I had my gaze on Kael in utter admiration of how he addressed the crowd. Oh goodness! This man has no idea how his powerful voice is almost turning me on.

He looked exactly like a war god from hell. I wasn't dolled up either, I was wearing a golden armor, breastplate and holding a sword, dressed in a proper battle gear. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the battlefield, the armies of Kovie's kingdom aligned in order, clashing with our forces. Crescent wielded a battle-axe, cutting a path through the enemy ranks. So did Beta Kai; he attacked from behind with great force. I walked through a couple of them and killed the ones I was able to.

A heavy silence fell over the chamber. I exhaled slowly. “And if I refuse?” The Forsaken King smiled, but there was no warmth in it. “Then you will be the first to fall.” Third-Person POV The battlefield was littered with bodies. The stench of blood, sweat, and smoke hung heavy in the air, mixing with the distant sound of dying groans and crackling fires. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over.

Without hesitation, I pulled him through the portal and once we got to the battlefield he removed his hand from his head. "This place is a dump," he said as he looked around, he wasn't wrong exactly though. Where the battle was taking place used to be the city's capital, people used to come here to see the giant cherry blossom tree but now it's nothing more than a lifeless tree. The buildings have been reduced to rubble, the sky is always gray, and you could always hear someone's cry for help. I hate nothing more than the sights and sounds of war, I'm just glad my sibling never has to hold their friends in their arms as they drew their last breath or even the weeps of those you grew up playi

The clash of metal rang sharply as he blocked another strike. “Fall back!” one of Kieran’s men shouted. But Eli didn’t move. Because they weren’t aiming at the guards. They were aiming at him. The air shifted. Heavy. Dominant. Kieran stepped into the fight. And everything changed. His presence alone altered the battlefield. Faster. Stronger. Unforgiving. He moved like something untouchable—taking down attackers with terrifying precision. No hesitation. No wasted motion. But his eyes— His eyes kept tracking one person.

His hair was disheveled, like he had been running his hand in them. “You know one day Fabiano will catch you and that day will be your last day on Earth.” I warned, an unknown fear settling inside me at my own words. He only smiled and shook his head, “He won’t.” “You’re arrogant.” I pointed out. He raised his brows, “I am just telling the truth.” “He is the King.” He smirked, “A King can fall too, ocean eyes.” I tensed, looking into his eyes, searching for something. Something I had no clue about.