One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man. The reality of life is that it's actually a struggle to become real when you don't have reality in you. One wise man once said man are workers and man are providers, in addition I would say real man are the ones who have achieved salvation. Look at this there is no manly figure that can surpass what Jesus Christ did on the cross ,and there is no man who has achieved the reward that Jesus Christ attained. Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him.

When he returned to the Traditional Medicine Center, he went and tormented Skylar again. Over the next few days, Cora stopped going to Katie's clinic. Clearly, she believed Joseph was no longer in Jenton and had truly left everything behind. Her only option was to search the various monasteries herself, or perhaps access some religious database system to look for records related to Eberhard. With the Lowell family embroiled in internal conflict and weakening, Joseph decided to launch a small attack on Emerald Mountain. His men deployed smoke grenades and knockout agents, broke through the checkpoints, and pushed all the way into the middle of the Zahn family's village. To their surprise, ove

The red LED light buried in the Old Man's collarbone pulsed. Flash. Flash. Flash. It was a steady, rhythmic blink, perfectly synchronized with the beating of a monster's heart. Julian Thorne did not lower his weapon, but the lethal tension in his arms turned to absolute, paralyzing stone. He was a master of strategy, a man who built an empire by anticipating his opponent's moves ten steps in advance. But he had never played a game where his enemy's life force was the only shield keeping his newborn son alive.

The carriage entered the shadows of the Gloomwood. The first Shadow Hound’s claws ripped through the roof without warning. “Get down!” Marcus roared, yanking the carriage into a sharp turn. The hounds’ snarls filled the air, their shadow arrows hailing down on the carriage. “Dammit!” Cedric’s eyes glowed red. “Rival clan mutts!” I immediately tried to summon my guardian power, but the strength in my blood felt shrouded in a thick fog, slow and heavy. Dammit, the alcohol!

The alley is narrow and damp, lit by a flickering security light. She hears it before she sees it. A grunt. A sharp breath. She sets the bags down silently and edges closer to the corner. The man who grabbed her is on his knees. Hands bound. Face bloodied. Two of Matteo’s men stand nearby, impassive. Matteo stands in front of him. Calm. Still. “I was drunk,” the man sobs. “I didn’t mean—” “That’s irrelevant,” Matteo says. “You touched someone under my protection.”

"I was planning to scam a detonator and blow open a vault. Since you wouldn't give me one and got my brothers starved to death on the road, none of you get to live! I'll drag in a zombie horde and send you all to hell with me!" Just as I thought—he was anything but decent. "Open fire!" I snarled, raising my gun. But the horde moved too fast. In an instant, our formation was torn apart. In the chaos, the man slid down a pipeline. Taking advantage of us being surrounded, he charged straight at our armored vehicle like a rabid dog. "Die, bitch!" He cried out, lunging at me with a rusted dagger, stabbing straight for my chest.

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

He'd already been forced to watch the trench line in front of him fall, the men within physically torn apart by the frenzied barely-human horde of renegades. Masses of enemy soldiers came charging towards his position. The Soldier knew what would happen if they reached him, he knew his duty to the emperor, and he would not fail in his sight. He fired in single-shot, as he had been ordered, each heavy round ripping through a heretic and sending it tumbling to the ground. Three, Four, Five, dropping in rapid succession before the click sounded; the weapon demanding it be fed ammunition. In a bid to keep the horde at bay he slung his rifle to the side and reached for the side arm. He had only o

Gunner Vivian behind a large iridescent green tree is its path, spacetime is Break Bone Human path. With Break Bone Human fighting with a mysterious hammer, the natural person also has his own path, the hammer in his hand is the path. Break Bone Human has never seen such a scene as a pure human, over the years, he has met many strong people and also met many people. But the argument of aggression and aggression, no one can equate this with this hammer-wielding man. The opponent in combat most of the time is on the attack, basically has no concept of defense, at most will do a little dodge.

************ Ethan *********** Ethan drove his car as fast as he could far away from Maya's house, his eyes were blinded by hot tears. He didn't go home straight, because he was afraid he had killed Maya, and even if she survived the attack he had committed a very hideous crime and the police might be on the lookout for him