Novel & Cerita One Man Against The Horde

Too many. And still, he fought. A one-man shield wall against the end of the world. But even he was mortal. A feral wolf leapt from the shadows, jaws sinking into his arm. Another slammed into his back, crushing ribs with a sickening crack. He staggered, dropped to one knee. Still, he protected the children huddled behind him. Still, he fought. When he could no longer lift his sword, he stood with his arms spread wide, a living wall.

Alfi asked. “Yeah, but why is he with you?” Kartika, Herman, and Varz are vigilant. “I’ll explain later, just believe in him for now,” Alfi said. “They are coming!” Rian exclaimed. A horde of pale men is coming from every direction. Alfi, Koji, Rian, Kartika, Herman, and Varz are ready for another round. Varz unsheathes his sword and summons his wind sword. “Doraduo! Let’s wreck them all!” Varz exclaimed.

Horst took a deep breath and said, "Although Marco is dead, he is still my brother. I won't allow anyone to insult him. Kaden, remember this, give it your all in this battle. I want you to tear him to pieces." Wilbur turned his head and looked down from the arena when he heard that, only to see a man with a long scar on his face standing there, his expression grim. It was clear that he had just given the order for Kaden to fight with full force. Wilbur felt puzzled. Could it be that this person was Jalone March's eldest son, Horst March? Wilbur had no fondness for the March family, so he did not pay much attention to Horst. He only glanced at him briefly before shifting his gaze back to Kade

“What you’re witnessing isn’t just survival—it’s war. And leading it are three individuals who may very well change the tide of this conflict.” The camera focused on Luke, his enhanced strength on full display as he tore through the horde. To the side, Bayo stood like an immovable wall, holding the zombies at bay through sheer will and some mysterious connection to them. Above it all, Akin stood on the roof of an overturned military truck, his commanding presence undeniable. His laughter echoed across the battlefield as he spread his arms, fueling the horde’s insatiable rage. --- Luke’s heart raced as he assessed the chaos. Major Erickson and the remaining soldiers were holding their defensi

my father roared at me. “He deserved it,” I responded, still struggling to catch my breath. “HE’S HUMAN, OSPREY! THIS IS NOT HOW WE HANDLE THINGS! YOU ARE STRONGER, FASTER, AND A LOT MORE RUTHLESS! GODDESS, BOY! THIS IS NOT HOW LEADERS ACT!” “MAYBE I DON’T WANT TO BE A LEADER IF IT MEANS I CAN’T HANDLE PROBLEMS WITH MY FISTS!” I yelled back.

Amanda Grayson inherited all of her adoptive father’s millions once he disappeared in his private plane while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Since then, she has devoted herself to business and expanding her father’s fortune. However, Andrés Grayson's legitimate son arrives to claim what rightfully belongs to him. Amanda won't allow an arrogant man to take away what she has worked hard for over the years, leading to an intense rivalry between them, to the point where the authorities have to intervene and make a deal: both must live together and work equally in Mr. Andrés's businesses, and whoever performs better will take it all. Amanda won't let herself be defeated, even if her enemy is an

"We fight together. Celene is here. She is fighting Christoff. We must hold the army. We must protect her." Alex nodded slowly. "Then let's do this." Mondrian took a deep breath. He raised his sword. "Charge!" he shouted. The army moved forward and swords clashed. Men screamed. Blood fell. It was chaos. The sound of battle filled the air. But Mondrian kept fighting. His bond with Celene gave him strength. His arms did not get tired. His sword moved faster than before. He saw Alex fall. One of the enchanted men was over him, raising a sword. Mondrian ran fast. His feet hit the ground hard. He jumped between them in a single dive and slashed the head of the man into the dirt. The body of the m

A stranger in a dark robe sharply lowered his clawed hands down. The armada of the tree split into a heap of fragments collapsed down, on the remaining dark ones, fifty fighters remained from the thousandth army. Brook-ta-man rolled his eyes, tons of wood fell on them, a vampire, even from a small piece of wood that hit well, could die right there. He stretched his hands up, the glove fired pulses of force over and over again, knocking off the trajectory of the pieces of wood falling on them, Alud, trying to escape, rolled closer. The ring on the vampire's finger hummed furiously, pushing the blocks of wood aside. The cloaked figure drew attention to the vampire's desperate attempts to escap

Demir stood up and ready to defend himself from the stranger man. “It’s a public walk so are you expecting someone to be as quiet as the moon? Even cars honks loudly at night!” Demir told the man and lifted his fist after he wiped the blood from his lips. The man punch him on his face and Demir could not avoid it. His vision was not clear at all that’s why it was hard for him to punch the man. Demir could not move as the man pulled him back to his boss and took the box of liquor on him and his wallet full of cash. He could not shout for help because the men put a tape on him. He just rolled himself like a ball for him to at least protect himself.

He was from those his friend referred to as paupers after all. He retrieved the flash disk that he had prepared beforehand and gave it to Alex. The man's hand trembled a little as he took it. He quickly set it up and closed his eyes. His fingers were crossed to the side before he pressed the ENTER button. Alex prayed to every god above for a miracle to happen. He could feel dread slowly drowning him when the video began to play. Maya's voice could be heard clearly as she taunted Lee. The latter tried not to respond but the provocative words kept getting on her nerves.