Lords Of The Fallen Bloody Glory Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from the tip of his sword, the sound terribly loud in the sudden silence. Only one man remained. The guard captain. The burly man showed no fear as he looked upon his fallen men. Instead, a horrifying, insane smile stretched across his face. "You think you can stop the will of Lord Dragon?" he laughed, his voice ragged. "You have no idea what you're up against! Your strength is nothing before the Great Lord!" He raised his greatsword, not to attack, but to plunge it into his own chest. "My blood... for the glory of the Great Lord!"

Eirene froze in the middle of the blood-soaked highway. Her breathing was ragged and her trembling eyes stared at Yoren’s figure in the distance. All of their enemies had already fallen. The asphalt was littered with wolf carcasses, mixed with shattered glass and wrecked cars. The scent of blood was so heavy in the night air that it felt suffocating. Amidst the chaos, Yoren stood with heavy breaths. His fangs and claws were covered in blood and flesh. He looked terrifying, yet he still hadn't stopped.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” the warplanes began to bombard the monsters. They all burn with fire. All the remaining soldiers were excited again. They shot the monster down and finally victory for the Hope organization had arrived. But all that means nothing to Eren. He had lost the person he loved so much.

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.

Like how stunningly, drop dead gorgeous Jeremy looked? Additionally, a sudden pour of confidence fulfilled Roy's being as his usually straight face turned a bit more handsome. Roy moved nearer to Jeremy's face and with mock sorrow in his voice answered to Jeremy's request. "I can never forget that." Jeremy's eyes widened hearing Roy and his face bursted in the darkest hue of red. His lips quivered with nervousness and his mind had a blast. The mock sorrow in Roy's voice did anger Jeremy a bit but all of it was subdued by the hammering embarrassment. Roy just brazenly flirted with him and that was an uncalled occurrence.

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.”