Locust Queen Gears Of War Novels & Stories

The loudspeaker came on. "ALL SLAVES SHOULD HEAD TO THE TRAINING GROUND. NOW!!" People scrambled out of the dinning area to the training ground. The guards stationed outside instructed us to sit on the grass. We sat and some murmured in hushed tones. Roman, the second in command to the Royal Chief guard stood in front of us all. He was a mean werewolf that harboured extreme hate for half breeds. There were rumours that he raped some slaves and got rid of those who tried to complain.I gathered my arms around myself as the wind blew heavily. Lily sat beside me shivering. "A royal ring is missing. It is a gold ring with an enchanted ruby. A gift from the moon goddess to the king. A priceless g

Damnit! I hurried a little more quickly as I rounded another corner, only to run into a hard wall. “Oof!” I stepped back a minute, “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry for running into you like that!” I looked up, suddenly realizing I ran into a Delta warrior, not just your typical pack warrior, but an elite warrior that is apart of the packs stealthiest and deadliest squad of warriors. I looked around, realizing there were three or four blocking the rest of the hallway to the Alpha’s office.

“I’ll send Tracer the list of crafting materials I need before logging out to prepare lunch. However, these gears will not get you to the hellish final boss on floor twenty.” Having seen what the demon lord could do, Zen wondered how the party of four climbed half of the labyrinth stage. It was like using a piece of rock to cut sushi. The Minotaur Boss’ loot was the best for crafting armour in preparation for clearing the labyrinth floors. Anything more would be too difficult for Party Freedom as they lacked combat firepower to farm more difficult monsters. Ideally, Zen wanted the loot from higher floors that the party had not reached. Gargoyle loot was extremely valuable because they could

“Is there anything we can do for you?” I forced a small smile, shaking my head. “Thank you, but I am fine. Just needed a bit of fresh air.” The woman nodded, giving me a warm smile before returning to her tasks. I watched her go, my mind racing with thoughts of Tariq and his plans. I was supposed to be this pack’s queen, their Luna. But in reality, I was just a pawn in Tariq’s game. The thought made me feel sick. Another pack member approached, bowing slightly as he greeted me. “Good morning, Queen Leah,” he said, his tone reverent. The words made me feel uneasy.

In the Shadow Clan: (Torpedo’s POV) “Listen! You can’t be a king if you couldn’t find yourself a mate” Mr. Lycaon demanded from him. “Uncle! I’m not ready for the mate kind of stuff for now!” He replied rolling his eyes. “Can’t you hear my words properly?” He shouted on Torpedo. “Uncle you know that I can be the king without this mate thing!” Torpedo argued with his uncle. “You know that King will never accept this! When he can’t accept his own daughter as a Queen without a mate then who are you?” He exclaimed further.

That was the gap. I stood there in the quiet of the war room and let that thought settle properly. Three days ago I had been on a table with black lines climbing my wrist. Two weeks before that I had been a mechanic from the outer rim who fixed engines and counted copper wire and had no idea what the locket meant or what blood she was carrying. And now I was standing in a war room in the mountain estate of the second most powerful man in Vespera looking at port maps and planning how to take back what had been stolen. The girl from Sector Four was still here somewhere.

Queen stood there and said, "No, I need to go after them, why are they leaving? No, I need to get the flash drive." She wanted to run after the men, but Shawn held her hand and said, "Come on, we'll get it next time." "No, they can't get their hands on what is in that flash, don't you understand?" "Alright, come with me," Shawn replied. He led her towards the garage and took out a bike; it looked rusty, and she asked, "Is this going to work?" "Just get in," Shawn said after checking the tank. He got onto the bike, and Queen sat behind him, and he began to chase after the cars.

The queen smiled at his words, and he continued, “I had to activate the eidolon three times during the mission. Archon needs time to recharge, as do I.” The queen clapped her head to her forehead, “Haven't you been using the shaper gauntlets? They are meant to help you manipulate Archons energy without having to activate the full might of the eidolon.” “I don't know how they work,” Warren admitted sheepishly. “You gave them to me, but offered no instructions in their use.” “I'll send you a file on them,” Elphame promised, “In the meantime, can you get Grace?” Warren tapped Grace's shoulder, “The queen wishes to speak with you.”

The gears ground to a halt, the steam hissed out of the valves, and the metal began to vibrate with such intensity that the brass plates shattered into dust. ​A cheer went up from the nomads, but it was short-lived. From the center of the mechanical army, a new sound emerged. It was a deep, low-frequency hum that countered our own. A massive, central spire began to rise from the back of the Great Engine, crowned with a rotating lens that looked hauntingly familiar. ​“The lens!” Leo shouted. “They’ve rebuilt the Western lens! They’re focusing the resonance back at us!” ​The beam of red light hit the Obsidian Tree with the force of a falling star. The silver light of the Tree flickered, the ne

I threw the pillow back at him. "Ewww. Just take your sweet college ass to one of the other apartments." He sent me a devious grin and then jumped up off the couch heading right for me. I squealed out and managed to dodge his attack and make it to my room. I slammed the door and locked it laughing. I pulled out my speaker and put on some music. I started unpacking all my clothes and other stuff.