Lords Of Wrath Novels & Stories

We ended the war that lasted almost 3 hours when we realized that night would come in 30 minutes. None of the River Oval Pack and Mountain Twins Pack warriors were killed on the battlefield, and the number of seriously injured did not reach 100 wolves. On the other hand, the Lycan Wilmar Kingdom was in mourning after losing dozens of their warriors. Their mercenaries, a combination of several rogue groups, did not seem to have died. Rogues could indeed be relied on to increase the number of warriors on the battlefield. Those who hired them were small packs with few warriors and large packs that did not want to lose many of their warriors.

"Do we send for more warriors?" "No," I replied. "This could be another trap to get us to leave our borders undefended." "But..." "I'll handle them." I shut off the mindlink, finally letting Wrath take full control of his body. The bloodthirst I felt was immediate. These Red Moon warriors would regret the moment they dared step foot in my territory.

The First Crown faded into a soft, warm halo as Killian landed heavily onto the steel deck of the Harbinger. The silence on the ships lasted for one heartbeat. Then, a Lycan warrior threw his head back and howled. It was a howl of pure, unadulterated triumph that shattered the Arctic stillness. Instantly, hundreds of wolves across the fleet joined in, a deafening symphony of victory and absolute loyalty to their King. Even the Vampires, usually too proud to show emotion, dropped to one knee, bowing their heads to the beings who had descended into hell and slaughtered the devil.

Her genuine interest in their stories and concerns endeared her to the Lycans, further strengthening their loyalty and support. The noble werewolf kings, gathered in a circle, engaged in deep discussions, their voices filled with respect and admiration for Uriah. They shared tales of ancient battles, offered advice on ruling a kingdom, and expressed their hopes for a harmonious future among the packs. The unity and camaraderie displayed by these leaders served as an inspiration to all, reaffirming their commitment to peace and prosperity.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

Sol’s question prompted Gerald’s face to darken, something wasn't right… “The situation on the border is quite tense. Wratharis is causing problems again. They are trying to test the limits of our defense system. It's just a harassing technique nothing more, but it doesn't bode well for the future.” Out of the seven countries, while Lustburg had waged war with many of them, their most recurring enemy was Wratharis, the country of Beastkin, from which Setsuna and technically Milia were from. The current Leader of Wratharis seemed to be quite belligerent so he was a real pain in the ass for humanity. Unlike Sol who was yet to awaken, both Athena and Ares had already done so long ago and were m

His wings spread wide, feathers shimmering like liquid gold, ready to defend the innocent and uphold the balance of the realms. Flame curled around Wrath's frame, a living, breathing entity that danced and flickered with his every movement. The inferno cast eerie shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the fierce determination in his molten eyes. His power was raw, untamed, a force of nature that refused to be contained or controlled.

Their words were a clear threat, a united front from the two mightiest warriors, confident in their unmatched strength. In the world of modern warriors, ranks ranged from the novice external energy fighters to the seasoned vital energy Grandmasters, and up to the dominant strength supreme grand martial and spirit energy Grandmaster. However, above all were the Lords of War of the Unity Level—masters without equal. There were less than twenty of those legends Lord of War across the globe. A Lord of War was a fusion of blood, spirit, and inner power, commanding a realm of their own, a one-person army against thousands. Each one was a nation's prized weapon, capable of swaying the tide of wars,

She said and sighed once more. "In the past there were so many different creatures. Their were vampires , warlocks, witches, fairies and even mermaids, but there was never any wolves or lucan. See lucans were only placed on the earth when the Great War came. Vampires were always peaceful, they fed off of animals, but one night a group of vampires were attacked by warlocks, for a reason we don't know, and eventhough warlocks were powerful, the vampires were to fast. Rafael the clan leader of the vampires ,bit into a warlock and when he tasted the warlocks blood, he went mad. The powers of a warlock lives inside of him. So when Rafael drew the warlocks blood he also drew the warlocks power. It

He raised the gleaming blade toward the sky, his dominant Alpha King aura exploding out from his body like a shockwave of raw, terrifying power. "Northern Vanguard!" Ethan’s voice boomed across the entire ridge, a sound like cracking thunder that caused the mercenary forces below to freeze in terror, their heads snapping toward the hills. "No mercy for traitors! Tear down their lines!" "FOR THE SUPREME KING!" Chieftain Gunnar howled, blowing his war horn one final time. With a sound like an avalanche crashing down a cliffside, the three thousand northern wolf riders and the royal elite guards surged down the grassy slope, descending upon the unsuspecting mercenary army like an unstoppable wa