Lords Of The Fallen Bloody Glory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The battlefield roared with chaos. Blood painted the soil, and the air reeked of fury, death, and dark magic. Lucian and Theo’s wolves tore through Lila’s strongest warriors like blades through paper. Their claws struck with precision, their eyes glowing with unrelenting rage. Lila’s face twisted in disbelief as more of her men fell. Their cries for help, their agonized howls—it all blended into a haunting chorus that made even her own heart falter.

The soldiers fight with unwavering determination, their resolve unbreakable. Amidst the chaos, Hudson's presence is a constant, a shield that protects my flank and ensures my safety. Together, we carve a path of destruction, striking down traitors with a primal ferocity that shakes the very foundations of their rebellion. Our battle cries echo across the battlefield, a symphony of defiance and triumph. And as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the traitors crumble before our unwavering assault. Beta Arlo, lay broken and defeated at my paws.

They were on their knees. I walked forward, my Shadowborn army at my back, their presence a suffocating darkness that clung to the very fabric of reality. They did not breathe. They did not speak. They were death incarnate. This land was once mine. I ruled it with honor, with strength. But honor was a weakness. A fool’s game that had led to my downfall. Not this time. A low, guttural growl tore through the silence. I lifted my gaze as Luca emerged from the wreckage. His golden eyes burned with rage, his body battered and bruised, blood smeared across his chest. He had always been one of the strongest wolves in my pack—loyal, fierce. But loyalty had its limits.

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.

He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms together. “Crucifixes actually help?” I thought that was something made up by horror movies. I didn’t think it would actually be that easy to get rid of him. “Crucifixes actually have no use against demons and creatures from hell because these creatures don’t care and have never cared about God. Fallens like Alexander, on the other hand, were once angels. They served God as his children and were very loyal to him so even though they’re not angels anymore, crucifixes and prayers still affect them as part angels.” Every time he explained something new to me I was left speechless.

I giggle. “Ah yes, another man with many rugs draped over his body masquerading as clothing. I fear that we may all die of a fashion emergency instead of another drought or war.” I smile and try to hold in my snorts, as the carriage enters a foggy forest, and Dante continues to mock every noble from the Wailing Coast to the Soundless Seas. “Lady Dyteria gave birth again,” I say, trying my hardest to be modest. One must be modest, after all, to set an example for the future lords and ladies I shall preside over.

I grabbed the handle and tried to open it, but it seemed locked. The sound reverberated in our ears for a long time. A musty, dank order sneaked into my nose. Weeds of dark leafy were clinging on the roof, due to which any person would faint. The house's walls showed black decay with various names written on them with red ink or blood. Stains of original paint indicated the house's prior affluence. The fresh blood of humans covered the corners of the doors with tiny black spiders thread towards their loot. It reflected a royal yet haunted image as if Kings and queens lived here for centuries.

I couldn't blink my eyes, I watched how his head fled to the other direction. Blood splattered everywhere, there's on his shirt, on the ground and some are on my face. I saw how his body collapsed on the ground. The place reeks on the smell of his blood. B-blood…. "You should've said the truth the first time I asked you." My eyes landed on the Alpha who's in front of us. He is holding a sword, its blade is shining in the middle of this dark forest despite the blood that covers it. The one who is wielding the sword is riding a big brown wolf. I couldn't see his face clearly, but there's one thing that I am sure of, this is the Alpha that everyone's fearing- that he is dangerous.

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

Watching as my two best friends were swallowed into another space and time. The army of black – darkness swarmed the battlefield. Surrounding us. I felt a change in our warriors. It was swift and consuming. A rage of emotion gripped every warrior. Every soldier. To their very core. Chaos. Ascena fell to the ground, the bird letting go of her and flying off. She began to fight, picking up the sword Kellen dropped. Blood soaked the older female from head to toe. The sword dripped with the blood of those she cut down.