One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

Then he moves anyway. He crashes into the edge of the horde, claws tearing, his body twisting through the chaos. But he’s slowed. More keeps coming. For every one he crushes, three more swarm. He sees his father across the courtyard, surrounded now. A black flood of snarling, half-decayed beasts closing in. Lowell fights them off. His claws swipe through bodies. His roar splits the night. But age clings to his limbs. His strikes grow heavier. Slower. The ground shakes beneath him with every move. Still, he does not fall.

I flinched so hard I nearly fell sideways. For a split second—everything froze. And then—hell broke loose. Gunshots rang out, extremely loud. “Move! Move!” someone shouted in Italian. I looked up, just in time to see Adriano and Dario burst through the smoke, followed by an army of black-clad men. Adriano didn’t hesitate. He aimed, fired, moved like he was gliding across the battlefield. No mercy. No hesitation. No humanity. He was no longer a man. He was possessed.

If no one paid attention before all eyes were on the pair as Theodore returned to pointing the gun at her forehead. The room went silent with a mixture of mummur. Immediately five men in black fairly surround Arielle and gazes at Theodore who was itching to shoot. "Get down.." they threatened Theodore who doesn't even flinch. "The moment I hear a bullet she dies." Now everyone was tensed, well except Arielle and Theodore. "Listen to him, drop your weapons he has something to say that's probably why he hasn't shot me dead yet. If you wanted attention Theodore you could have asked." Arielle says as the men back down. Theodore lowers his gun the mummurs still continue.

Two men leading an army was unprecedented in the history of human warfare. However, this was not a war between humans but a war of humans against monsters. Adro led the White Horse army of the Groendez a Lend Kingdom. On his side was the leader of the Crescent Moon Sorcerer army from the Pentapore Kingdom, Alberto Vinni Rovezt. "The ambush squad is ready." Alberto nodded once, then turned to Adro. "My ambushers will strike when we reach the estimated location."

Yet even in this, all Brahman would say was, “Just keep watching.” *Boom* Mane pushed forward rapidly. With Light at his left and Darkness at his right hand, there was nothing that could threaten him from the sides. Shrouder protected him from the insects that sought his life from behind, and Mane beheaded any that dared to approach from the front. He was unstoppable. The eyes of the onlookers shone with great expectation as this thought invaded their heads: The Supreme…he could actually win this! “He has gotten stronger yet again,” Abe chuckled as he watched Mane’s valiant figure from above.

The Black Mamba has always thrived in the face of adversity, and tonight, he will not go down without a fight. With a snarl of rage, Cortis charges towards Wilson, his body a blur of motion as he cuts through the battlefield. His warriors, inspired by their leader's defiance, rally to him, launching a desperate counterattack that momentarily halts the Redbone advance. But it is too little, too late. The Hydra Pack's fate is sealed, and all that remains is the final confrontation.

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

Giving them no time to make sense of the situation, the whole horde charged. “This is an ambush!” Horan yelled, ordering the soldiers to prepare for battle. The steeled themselves, and soon enough, sounds of steel clashing and explosion were heard on the land. Meanwhile, Noel floated above them, his eyes darted in between the fighthing monsters and soldiers to look only for one being. The mastermind.

But my mouth said, “No.” “Ari—” “We’re not retreating,” I whispered. “Not yet.” His jaw clenched. Thunder still rolled overhead, the storm reluctant to die. All around us, the Hollowed thrashed and bled beneath the fury of our allies. Bruin’s hammer rang like war-drums. Fenrin’s silver spellfire seared the air in wild arcs. I caught a glimpse of Ridge vaulting from corpse to corpse, eyes lit with vengeance. We were still alive. But we were running out of time.

he says as he surprisingly brings his gun to his hip. "They have no honor, but Brandon does,” he says slowly, “I’ve never in my life killed an unarmed man." "So what are you saying? Can we go?" I say taking a small step in the direction of my bike. "No!" He yells, and my feet stop. He is very intimidating. The only things covering him are weapons and straps of black leather. He looks just like a prostitute whom you could pick up on Main Street.