Krogan Without Armor Novels & Stories

Toby then exclaimed, “It makes sense! They have a supplier and maybe even a medical team. That’s how some of them run away injured from one pack only to come back strong again in another pack a few weeks later.” Xandar instinctively held Lucianne closer to his body at the mention of silver before he asked Raden, “Did most rogues carry a silver blade?” “No, my King. In an attack, maybe one or two. Because the rogues themselves were wolves, and unlike Lycans, they wouldn’t have been able to hold the silver blade in their hands. Those who have the blades normally don’t shift, and they come out last on the battlefield to surprise us. Essentially, to stab us while we’re focusing on the shifted ro

“They don't have escape plans and leaders. They’ve never been organized! This has to be a rebel pack.” Magnus shook his head. “A rebel pack would smell like a pack… Those were rogues. It… means almost everything we know about rogues is wrong.” His shoulders sagged, and he shook his head. I didn’t need him to say it. I glanced around and realized that none of the warriors in armor were from our park. I could smell it on them. We didn’t have warriors, for some reason.

But that girl was dead. Zane shifted beside me, his massive wolf form a wall of black fur and muscle. The rogues and rebel pack members formed defensive lines, but I could see the fear in their eyes. We were like farmers facing soldiers. Omegas facing warriors. Jamie stood to my left, trembling but holding his ground. His courage steadied something inside me.

He was looking as hot as ever in his black leather jacket and a white t-shirt. The Dark Moon Pack is one of the strongest packs in Ark Town and they hold a lot more power than our pack- The Moon Stone Pack, because they are richer and more successful. The rivalry amongst the wolves of the Dark Moon Pack and the Moon Stone Pack is pretty old. Even nowadays, it only takes minimal efforts to escalate a fight between the two clans. That is why I normally stay away from these people. I tore my gaze away from Ronan when I felt a tug on my arm. I turned around to see Zane, Ronan's best friend from the Blood Shire Pack, looking at me with hazy eyes.

From the shadows of the primary tunnel, the first line of soldiers stepped into the dim, blue-gray twilight of the dying Spires. They wore towering, pale-white armor forged from a strange, matte metal that seemed to actively swallow the remaining light in the room. Their faces were concealed behind solid, featureless silver visors, and they carried long, heavy halberds etched with dark, pulsing runes that hissed in the cold air. Behind them, a massive, broad-shouldered figure clad in a long, wolf-pelt cloak stepped onto the platform, his heavy combat boots clicking with a slow, agonizing deliberation.

Perhaps Clay would stop hunting the Darkbreeds. Perhaps Selene would lose the influence she had gained through him. Perhaps my son would finally be free of the lies that surrounded him. Or perhaps I was fooling myself. But it was the only path I could see. A quiet crunch of gravel behind me pulled me from my thoughts. Krager. He had approached without armour, wearing only a dark cloak over his shoulders. His tall figure looked even larger in the pale dawn light. He stopped a few steps behind me. “You’re really leaving.”

I clamped down on a rogue, sinking my canines in his neck until a metallic taste of his blood filled my mouth. I dropped his dead body on the ground and spit his disgusting blood out of my mouth. I gave a thundery growl, the warriors growled in reply and went back killing the rogues with renewed strength. I continue taking down the rogues one by one. Josh was right about one thing. There was something strange and unnatural about the rogues. They didn’t have the normal red rogue eyes. Instead, their eyes were black and empty. It was completely dark, as if they had been possessed.

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

Following him, I made it back to the vehicle as he got in after me, only for the beefy driver to get in and start up the SUV and take off. Making it to the pack, I was shocked about the appearance of the place. The entirety of the pack looked as if they were repressed in a foreign country. The men looked at their roles. Those that were higher ranked were dressed slightly better than they ranked. But the poor omegas were in rags and nothing but bones and worn faces. I could tell which were pack warriors as they were dressed in black cargo pants and tight black shirts with the pack logo in the middle of their chests. Guards were in olive green cargo pants with black militia boots that were shi

BEGINNING OF THE END In a Valley of black sand, there were no trees in sight, neither mountains nor hills; crows feasted on gutted, headless and limbless corpses of Drokan soldiers as well as Riana Soldiers - Both Riana banner and Drokan banner stood at various points, some broken others impaled into corpses; Riana banner was dark-blue bearing the Levia house figure - a four-point white star, while the Drokan banner was green, bearing their figure - a flaming skull. Within the mist of the sore sight, a pale, oddly good looking, yet elegantly-handsome young man with dark long curly hair, put back to form a ponytail by a silver band, cheerfully whistles his way through the corpses while flaunt