Our Last Crusade Iska Novels & Stories

"Matthew Collins’ ships are in the harbor. The Southern King is at the gates. And you’re worried about who’s in my bed?" "The people think he’s a curse!" Halloway slammed a stack of parchment onto the mahogany. "The declaration from the West arrived an hour ago. They aren't citing land disputes or trade taxes. They call it a Crusade. An 'unholy' stain on the Northern crown. They say the foreign Prince has bewitched you into a blasphemous decadence." "Blasphemous decadence." Ethan tasted the words. He leaned forward, the firelight catching the sharp edge of his jaw. "Is that what they call it when a King stops being a puppet for the Church?"

He was sure he had made a mistake with that woman. "Sir we already got rid of the first target there are ten more to go...all my men are perfectly placed, we are just waiting for your orders." Marcus indicates to me as he looks me straight in the eyes. I am wiping the blood that had splattered on my neck and face. "Start from today, the faster we start the better" I clarify as I cross my arms. After finishing that I go to the mansion to rest, I had released my killer instinct slightly and needed to calm down away from the others.

For their sacrifice will forever be recorded in the chronicles of Mahji. Some of these brave and courageous warriors will return, walking back on the craft with me. Regrettably, the others will be coming back in body bags, which deeply saddens me, as I know this will be their final battle. Their last crusade. A fight to the death. It is only right that I face these spirited warriors and say something encouraging as their Alpha King. I turn, tapping my blades together, and in response, my warriors do the same with their weapons, creating a glorious beat for me to speak to.

Even Elias looked stunned. Then the cathedral answered. A monstrous pulse thundered beneath the floor. The cracks blazing across the stone flared black. The building creaked and sh wholeuddered, if something massive had moved as deep Hunters raised silver weapons. Vampires unsheathed ancient black blades. It would go down in history, a time when something remarkable happened - both sides came together, united in a single goal was a moment that, something happened before. My death. The realization hollowed me out.

, Kavinsky explained and Kaylee stared at him for a while before answering. "How did you get this? The competition is next month and I don't see any fliers around school" "I have my sources", he replied with a wink which made her scoff. All he has to do is pay someone to steal it from the Principal's office. At least, that was what Kaylee thought Kavinsky did. "So?", he asked again. "Must you participate in it?", she asked in a very bored tone. "Yeah, I couldn't win last year 'cause I haven't sharpened my skills properly but I want to win this time, it's my last year in school", he explained with pleading eyes.

Pointing forward to their front while standing and concentrating on his eyes. "We should hurry,I sense danger" "What??? Don't tell me it's the cruk?!!" "It is curl" "Emm I mean isn't it supposed to be in 'deep deep deep sleep, caged by the last spirit guides? I thought that was how it was supposed to be and not' it came alive'! , Hey kar I'm too young to die young, just imagine, 'curl biac fought alongside with Kar tribist, they fought the great deadly cruk with honour and strength, they gave their life so that others could be safe you see Kar I ain't giving my life to no one"

Their attitudes were completely like a middle-aged man. He nodded his head. ‘Good. How about the delivery of the goods? Have you arranged for it?’ ‘They should have arrived today,’ he said as he took out a cigarette and a lighter. ‘May I?’ ‘Go ahead,’ Thyme replied, indifferent, and took a sip of their drink. From the aroma, it was chamomile tea. ‘I just got the information. Clive's group began to move. What I heard, all of them were triggered by their members who suddenly disappeared after stalking Amanda Chloe.’

said an elderly Seventh-grade Human King up ahead. Chu Xun smiled. Now in his guise as a common-looking young man, no one knew that the main event of the Crusade was lurking here unseen. "Are you here to cheer for the Devil, friend?" Luo Yuan tried to strike up a conversation, eager to build rapport with the savior who had just saved him. Chu Xun nodded wordlessly. "That old friend up ahead speaks truly. If only all humans band together, we would not have needed to fear these alien races in the first place."

Chester asked surprisingly since he had not disclosed his identity to the priest. "In this city, we are always ahead in everything that happens on earth," the man answered in a proud manner, "we always have a forehand in every event before it happens. When you were in America pursuing your studies we knew it and had always waited for this time for you to come to us." "So if you can tell what will happen before it occurs, then you can tell me about my future then," Chester sounded as if not believing in what he had just heard. "We always saw you carry on with your crusades in the university, but right know we can't tell you anything because you are already here and you have to make it happen