Novel & Cerita Orlando Guild Mw3

The moment he finished his speech, the men cheered and rose to their feet, all seventeen of them, including the High Commander, their voices booming as they chanted, WE ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE ARE GOD'S JUDGEMENT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE DON'T GIVE IN OR FAINT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE STRIKE WITH IRON, HOT AND FIERCE, FIRE AND VENGEANCE ON ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT. WE STRIKE WITH SILVER, COLD AND FROST, FIRE AND DEATH ON ALL CREATURES BREATHING FRIGHT.

But my voice was lost to the silence, my body restrained and hidden from their view. “I know how much he meant to this pack,” Orlando continued, looking around with that feigned sorrow that sickened me to my core. “I know it’s so sudden and hard to believe and I also know how difficult it would be for us to continue without Zadyre ruling. But we must be strong. We must carry on, for his memory.” A murmur of agreement ran through the crowd, a sound that felt like nails dragging across my skin. Orlando was twisting their emotions, preying on their grief, using their loyalty to Zadyre as a tool for his own gain. It made my stomach turn.

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

“Kaelen! Adrian knelt, shaking him gently. Hey, it’s me. It’s Adrian.” Kaelen’s eyelids fluttered. “Adrian?” Before relief could settle, a familiar mocking voice sliced through the air. “Well, isn’t this touching?” Orlando stepped out of the shadows, twirling his knife. “Three little wolves, trapped in my hall.” Nero’s smirk turned feral. “Whoa who the hell is this? Seems like we've got company now.” Orlando lunged. The hallway erupted into chaos. Blades clashed, claws tore. Nero met him head-on, ducking under a swing and driving his dagger toward Orlando’s ribs, but Orlando twisted, catching Nero by the collar and slamming him into the wall.

“Rise.” The word cracked through the air like a whip. Wolves obeyed, slow and stiff, as if the earth itself clung to their knees. Nicole’s gaze traveled across their faces, cataloguing them: the loyal, the reluctant, the broken, the few who still simmered with defiance. She marked them all. The council emerged from the shadows of the trees, robes torn and streaked with mud. Their polished dignity had not survived the night, but their eyes still glittered with the sharp edge of politics. The eldest, Corvin, stepped forward first, his cane sinking deep into the blood-soaked soil. “You have ended the fated mate,” he said, his voice creaking with disbelief. “You have shattered the bond that boun

System alert flashes red. *Rift Event: Underworld Echo Breach – Level 85 Elite Mob Spawn.* *Boss: Remnant Death Lord (Echo) – HP: 500,000,000* We’re on the porch in seconds. The Court armed. Mom and Dad behind us—Mom with her consecrated mici grill fork (don’t ask), Dad cracking knuckles that summon thunder. The rift tears open over Hell’s Half Acre—violet lightning, marigold fog, obsidian skulls rising like balloons.

Pack members are out with enchanted fire-spells and iron shovels, clearing the main roads before the blizzard traps the territory. I hail a hired wolf-carriage at the edge of the district, my heart hammering against my ribs as the driver whips the black beasts into a gallop toward the central administrative grounds of the Whitlock Moonfang Dominion. When I arrive at the guild hall, the warm scent of burning cedar and parchment greets me. I bypass the main reception and head straight for the upper R&D chambers where our human-werewolf integration projects are housed.

Orcs and mercenaries come out of Eluvene’s spell. Milton grabbed Eluvene by her arm and dragged her after him. He went down the river after the others. They would have to find a way to get rid of Galian and the Orcs. He had no more mana left. Drax and Tizgar followed them. Drax drank two mana potions and attacked the Orcs and mercenaries with Ice Lances. His magic didn’t harm the Orcs, but he killed some mercenaries. Eluvene let her Darkness free, slowing the Orcs.