One Man Against The Horde Novels & Stories

His expression turned furious while holding his manhood. "Boys!" he shouted, and the two men who were with him in the event came inside the greenhouse and ran towards us. I guess, sending them away was also an act. Seeing those monstrous heights and biceps, it felt like this was my time. I know that if a miracle which could set me out from this doom wouldn't occur, Pierre will take me back to his mansion as a corpse. However, I cannot believe that this man cannot handle me alone. If tonight's the night that I'll last draw my breath, my dying wish is to see this cowardly man fucked up in hell.

This wasn't the gentle mate who lightly brushed his hand against my cheek, or the man who used to stare at me like he was analyzing my soul, getting stuck in between his doubts and his love. No. The wolf on that screen looked like a warrior of death. He fought through the first group of heavily armed guards like a living, breathing hurricane, his claws fully extended and gleaming sharply under the dim lights. A man raised a gun directly toward him, and Horace was on him in a brutal, dizzying blur, slashing right across his throat with zero mercy. Blood sprayed in a hot arc across the security camera lens, and I had never loved gore more in my life. Another guard fired wildly into the darknes

His heartbeat was terrifyingly steady. “You mean that rabble?” he asked, his voice dripping with bored contempt. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers. SNAP. The projection screen in the dungeon flickered to life. The image showed the forest outside the manor. The Rogue army that should have been charging was now a field of corpses. Black fire burned, and countless elite Dark Moon warriors were finishing off the last of the enemy. In the center of the battlefield, a massive flag was planted in the ground—the banner of the Dark Moon Pack.

Andrius was instantly overjoyed and could not help but exclaim. However, the next moment, his expression turned completely dark. A masked man suddenly appeared on the screen. Although he did not show his face, he let out an extremely sinister laugh and said, “Andrius Moonshade, if you want Hagstorm’s life, go to the western foothills of Mount Valdez at sunset tomorrow alone. “Remember, sunset tomorrow, alone. If you dare to go against me, then don’t blame me for being ruthless. Hehehe...” With that, the video abruptly went black, leaving only the chilling laughter echoing.

she whispered as two more gigantic tears rolled down her cheeks. “It’s too late, Jodie. I’ve lost him.” *** That evening Tim Fresco pulled into his parents’ driveway, put the truck in park, and sat staring at the house he had grown up in. Funny how it looks so much smaller now, he found himself thinking as he looked back over the past year. Funny how much bigger the world got. Just over eight months into their tour, Tim’s platoon had been on routine route clearance patrol and had been ambushed, taking heavy fire. He vaguely remembered shouting as the first wave of chaos unfolded all around them, then seeing Dack collapse to his left.

Early the following morning, he brought Diane and the girls onto the Sumoon Airship and embarked on the journey back to Midland. At the crack of dawn where the light was still dim and there was a gentle rustling breeze, a shooting star darted across Northsea and disappeared in the sky above. On a hillside at the border pass between Midland and Northsea, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a green robe stood tall on the hillside, glancing down with an imposing gaze. "I'm finally here!" Horra said to himself in a hoarse voice. He had left after the falling out with Baldwin and Xavier, traversing through the void while concealing his energy. He came to the border, determined to kill Severin an

“Us…” Noah’s gaze slowly shifted to her, and a wicked grin spread across his face as he stared at her. “Yeah, us. Me. The Horde.” “You’re a—” “Demon? Yes.” She blinked and he sighed in frustration. Noah stood, pushing the chair to the side and he inhaled deeply. “This is going to hurt, and ruin one of my favorite shirts, but there’s no going back now and I guess you’ve got to see it, to believe it.”

I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost. I had told her that I might be busy and wouldn't be able to come home for lunch before leaving the house that morning. Now, I wanted to surprise her. We had been married for so many years and living a hard life. She could finally enjoy life with me now. However, I didn't expect to see a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door. The shoes were clean and polished. They obviously belonged to a businessman. I had spent all my spare time doing delivery jobs, and I rarely bought shoes like that for convenience.

Just a half-dozen staggering steps and he was on my brother. Fights in real life aren’t the slick, choreographed events they show in movies. They’re ugly, sloppy, primal things. Punches were thrown and there was a lot of yelling and grunting and panting. My father was a big man, and, drunk or not, the outcome was never in doubt. He grabbed my brother by the shoulders and slammed him against the wagon. Matt’s neck caught the edge of the metal tub and his head snapped awkwardly. My father grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up. Matt’s head flopped bonelessly from side-to-side until his assailant let him drop to the wet sand.

I interrupted, pointing my gun at his forehead ready to shoot. “What I care about is taking down anyone who gets in my way.” Suddenly, Leo's men emerged from the shadows, guns blazing. My men returned fire, and the warehouse erupted into chaos. I dove behind a crate, bullets whizzing past my head. "Take cover!" I yelled to my men. Leo's voice rang out above the gunfire. “You'll never take me alive, Alexander!” I peered around the crate, my gun locked on Leo. "We'll see about that," I growled, squeezing the trigger.