Lords Of The Fallen Bloody Glory Novels & Stories

VERITY Shamshiel flew off, his beautiful wings stained with blood and beating hard. His sword was drawn and in his hand as he headed toward the large archangel. Cain stood a little ways in front of me, his back to me; as he faced off with Kokabiel. Blood was running in fast rivers down his back, his sides, and arms, his hands clenched in fists as he circled the angel. Kokabiel looked a lot worse for wear, his shoulder slumping where his wing had been torn off, the stark white of his bones showing there, his mouth pulled back in a feral snarl showing pointed teeth. His nails were long, and I immediately knew they were the reason for the scratches all over Cain. Kokabiel’s beautiful face was m

the guy mocked smugly. “Let me spell it out for your ignorant brain. Those ordinary-looking warriors and that sexy She-Devil are the rumoured Blood Shadow Warriors, and yes… they are representing Alpha Kingsley, the ruthless Lycan Lord and Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack,” he announced with a sneer. His words dropped like a bombshell. The people around him were left with open mouths and stunned expressions. Those ordinary-looking warriors… That sexy vixen… They were the feared Blood Shadow Warriors?

Alpha Axel’s forces, the Bloody Army, surrounded the monastery. Seven hundred armed warriors of the Blood Claw pack, known across the realm as the most formidable force—the bloody army—stood ready, their presence alone send a chill through anyone who dared oppose them. With them came three hundred soldiers from the Flames of the Hunt faith according to Axel's command, their loyalty unwavering to their king and their gods.

The rogue lord stood at the far end, his expression dark and menacing as he watched them approach. "You're too late," the rogue lord growled, his voice filled with malice. "I've already won." Avery stepped forward, her gaze locked on the rogue lord with unwavering resolve. "Not yet," she said firmly. "This ends now." With a fierce battle cry, the pack warriors launched their attack, their movements swift and coordinated as they engaged the rogue lord and his remaining forces. Swords clashed, claws slashed, and teeth gnashed in a chaotic melee that echoed through the chamber.

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.

But the amount of fuzziness Roy felt in his chest upon seeing the person instantly dissapitated to hammering pain. There standing with a beautiful blonde girl, hanging off his arms was Jeremy. And Roy suddenly felt that today might become his worst day.

Lando hit the floor, covered in blood. He scrambled to his feet, panting and in pain, ready to take his last stand. Turning, he was shocked to see the wolf that attacked him lying in a pool of its own blood, with its head almost removed from its neck. Stig still had his paws gripped around the wolf, and his face was covered in the blood of Jannik’s wolf. “We’re fucking idiots,” Stig said to Dane. “That could have been it! We want Lucas dead, he could have been taken out without us needing to do anything… and we stopped it.”

And did note, the sword that Mila used now came from a special iron that could pierce the skin of the vampires. So, it could be concluded that Mila was able to kill the king in this battle. “Not really,” Liam replied as he adjusted the distance between himself and Mila. "I taught you that decades ago." "But, it seems I am better than you now," Mila said. Their conversation could only be heard by the two of them because of the noisy voices of the vampire soldiers down there. "No kidding," Liam snorted. He then turned the sword in his hand and looked at Mila with a smile on his thin lips. So beautiful to look at but also indicates that he would take Mila more seriously after this.

They smelt like wolves, warriors, strong and trained. I looked at Ajani and shook my head, this was not good. I then cast my eyes towards the Omega who was shaking and the Rogue who was breathing deeply. Instincts took over me and I twirled the sword in my hand, getting used to its weight and balance. It was every man for themselves. Twelve trained warriors against four Gladiator slaves.