One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

The herds were growling, howling, and even showing their fangs and claws. From inside the hemp bag her mother had given her, Jonea took out her silver stake. The silver stake will be her weapon of protection. Jonea stood back to back with Miller. They were alert because the wolves surrounded them from all over. Aland was confronted by the leader of the special forces. They wrestled in an open area–clawed and pounced on each other. Hamilton Pack squad members also face about 10 to 20 opponents each. A special forces member who didn't turn into a wolf walked up to Jonea with a dagger. He was trying to disguise himself.

His dare was as simple as teaching a child how to giggle. " That's it? That's the dare?" I was surprised! is this guy for real? " Yes pretty, that's the dare. it's as simple as that, I want to see how you will row your body and make heads row, I want to see how you can make the men here go crazy. I bet you don't know how to do this because you are rigid. You dance for ten minutes and let's see how many men you attract. If there are more men on your side than the number of women on your side, you win the competition." He said proudly.

"What's your game in Mendorra? Where are the two martial generals?" The man spat out blood defiantly. "Go ahead, kill or maim me, but save your breath. You think I'll spill our plans? In your dreams!" As he finished speaking, Howard's wrist flicked, and three silver needles shot out, piercing the man's chest. "Aargh!" The man screamed hysterically, writhing on the ground, drenched in a chilling sweat. "I... I said... Please, stop... I said..." The man's plea broke off as he could not take it anymore, not even after a mere 30 seconds.

I will not give up on that photo. I huff out a war cry as I lower my head and I charge the man like a bull. I hear him huff, almost in annoyance as I connect with his stomach and he falls backwards, me tumbling with him. We land with me straddling him and he seizes my wrists. His dark eyes are rimmed with red and his face is tense with threat of violence. I try with everything in me to fight him, but I can't free my arms. His gripe is iron, unnatural. I growl in fury, and part humiliation as I fling my leg up over him to try to scrape his shin or knee him between his legs. He pushes from the ground and flips us over, my back chiding hard with the pavement as I hoist my legs up and bury them

She had lost hope a while ago and she doesn't plan on getting it back anytime soon, not when it means that she would open herself to be hurt by others. "For the plans to be in motion, it will take some time but know this, I will do everything in my capability to make that time and its effects short for you lot. No more going to bed hungry." The man boomed as the crowd cheers again. Penelope watched with vivid interest as the man brought out a sack of something heavy, thrust his hand inside and threw some of the contents on the people gathered. He is crazy… was… was that… Gold? Penelope couldn't believe her eyes. It took the crowd a minute to register what happened before pandemonium broke ou

"I've already sent two more men over there. Jane and her father are safe." "For now," I whispered. He didn't deny it. Instead, he nodded honestly. "For now." That honesty frightened me even more. "I knew he wouldn't stop," I muttered. "He's never stopped." Drake reached for both of my hands. "Then neither will I." The certainty in his voice made me believe him. For the first time since Tyler had reappeared, I wasn't fighting alone. Drake's phone buzzed again. Another message. His eyes scanned the screen before hardening.

I wave my hand at them. Sound stronger. I tell myself. “ I mind linked the patrol guards. They will be here any moment. So, if you want to save your lives, leave right now. This is your chance. ” Cautiously, I take a few steps back as I warn them with lies. I can’t mind link anyone, thanks to this wolf less side. My heart pounds in my ears. Carefully, I measure the distance between the rogues and me. Seven against — The man on the ground stands up, holding his side. Eight against one.

Perion shouted, fists pounding, fury unleashed. The man tried to stab him, but Perion was faster now—fueled by something deeper than pain. He disarmed him, turned the blade back, and drove it deep. Perion was already on him. He tackled him to the ground with a brutal thud, fists raining down. I saw the glint of the blade, the flash of blood, the sharp sound of metal hitting the floor as they rolled. That's the time I didn't recognize the Perion I know. He's killing him.

"You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive? I saw the horde swallow you!" Wade looked just as shattered. He staggered back several steps, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Then, a foul, yellow stain spread rapidly down his pant leg. The camp commander turned deathly pale as his body quivered uncontrollably. Realizing disaster had arrived, he shouted in a stammering panic, "Guards! Guards! Arrest this traitor!" "I'd like to see any of you try." I ignored their terror and unleashed the full force of my Tier Seven abilities.

Winning didn’t just guarantee one full meal—it meant safety, shelter, and survival for the foreseeable future. The mob that had come to destroy me immediately fell apart. Instead, they began viciously attacking each other in hopes of joining my side. Their weapons were no longer aimed at my gate. Now they swung them directly at the people who had been their allies moments earlier. Dark blood splattered across the camera lens until even my live feed was stained a deep, violent red. In the end, only Scarface remained completely unharmed. Out of the dozen or so people there, he was the only one carrying a firearm. No one else dared challenge him directly.