One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

And waited for the arrival of AntiNuke "s legions. Also at the jugular armies of beasts approaches the kingdom, and they were all led by the warlock, they marched slowly down to the battle field, and many wished the day never came, but as gods will have it, the day was near and nothing will stop it, the last stand had come to stay, and all eyes shall witness it. Morolake hasn't been feeling well, the powers of her was making her to feel more like a goddess, she sat in the air waiting, if her she remembered her wizard and the prophecy, that told her she will win the battle, the only strategy she had, was to attack any thing that showed up from the new rotors ONE STRANGE MAN Many men had came

No man's land Episode 3 (Part 2 of Episodes 1 and 2, Episodes 1 and 2 used to be one episode.) Season 1 _ Characters: - Loria A black girl in America in a false-church community that's sole purpose is to kill Russians. She protects a little Russian girl named Bonnie and cares for her very much. _ Bonnie Little Russian girl Loria protects. Always sweet, is noisy when safe to be, likes to play, lies sometimes.

"Lady Xara, Lady Megan. I have a report." "Choir, come here. What happened?" a sweat-covered Choir came to a stop before the two ladies breathing heavily. He handed the report to Xara, then bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath for a minute before he could begin talking. He finally regained the ability to speak, "The horde is back... They are attacking again... Gin... Fredrick... Full retreat... Prepare to defend... This horde is bigger... Much bigger," at the end of his sentence he dropped to his knees wheezing for air.

Tony Freemont jumped out the hovercraft in front, from out of the other hovercrafts his team came behind him, eager to kick blue demon butt. Willy Goodwill knew, today was the day he was going to fight to his death. The Blue skinned horde would have to go through him first before they could invade New York City and the rest of the world. He was amazed when a throng of allies, suddenly appeared beside him firing laser and plasma emitters at the invading horde! He shrunk back in exhaustion. As the new group of allies took their positions in front of him, cutting down the Succubino army with their emitters. But as more fell, even more kept on coming from out of the portal.

“Then we fight. I won’t run.” Ryan’s lips curved into a faint, approving smile. “That’s the spirit. But remember you’re not alone. I’ll be right here.” As the sun struggled to pierce the mist, figures began to emerge from the forest. The Shadowborn had returned, larger in number, their shapes more terrifying and grotesque than the night before. Limbs stretched at impossible angles, faces half formed, eyes glowing a malevolent violet. They advanced like a living tide, silent and deliberate, yet brimming with lethal intent.

A man whom Alex greeted as Marco, met us and led us down a dark damp corridor, the air was thick with the smell of decay and something else… something unsettling. Then I saw him. A figure clad in black, leaning against a wall in the shadows. He was impossibly tall, with a face that could have been sculpted by a Renaissance master, marred only by a permanent intimidating scowl. Dante Giordano of the legends. He exuded raw power, an aura of danger that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He gave me a disdainful glance before turning to Alex, his expression a silent, ‘Who the hell is this?’

Let Cecilia cling to her title, to her ring, to the cold shell of a husband who lies awake whispering another man’s name. Let the world believe their perfect story. I’ll wait. I’ll play the long game. Because wars aren’t won in one night, they’re carved over months, years, until the enemy forgets what it feels like to breathe without fear. And Elliott Wilde? He’s already losing. He just doesn’t know it yet. I light a cigarette, exhale slowly, and watch the smoke curl into the dark like ghosts rising. My vow settles deep, steady, unshakable.

The man groaned and cursed, as he struggled to restrain me. When he finally secured my wrist over my head with a cuff, and straddled my hips, with his leg holding mine so I couldn't move, we both exhaled, me in surrender and him in exhaustion, and I realized why when I saw the blood dripping down his arm, his thigh, and lower abdomen. But he was strong. He had three bullets in him and yet he still easily overpowered me. "Where's the video... Tell me and I might spare your life" he said, his voice sounding like that of the dead. He was a killer and I knew I wasn't going to get out alive even if I gave him the flash drive.

She said proudly. “So be it then.” Came the blonde haired man’s reply. For two hours, the battle raged on… a bloody gory sight as wolf attacked man, and man clashed with wolf, as red robed men fell to the ground by the minute, not without equally inflicting damage on the steel armoured soldiers. And then Alaric Macintyre saw Kendra.

A piece of cloth covered his mouth like a mask. “I beg your pardon?” Jade said, a little bit insulted at being regarded as an object. “You,” the man continued, “Are you man or demon?” “How dare you—,” Jade stopped herself. These men were her only means for help at the moment. Even if she didn’t like being thought of as a demon, she shouldn’t act like a bitch as well. “—I mean, I am not a demon.” “If you’re not a demon, then what are you? What are you doing in the middle of the Talamak desert?” another man asked.