Plunderer Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The mercenaries swarmed the room, their boots crunching on the shattered glass of the server consoles. "Target not found," a voice echoed from below, cold and efficient. "The primary is gone. Sweep the levels. Leave no one alive." Pim and Chalida pressed themselves against the corrugated metal of the vent, breath held, listening to the footsteps of the men beneath them as they began to methodically dismantle the room. Pim looked at her sister. Chalida’s face was smeared with dust and grease, her eyes wide and dark, but she didn't look like a victim. She looked like a predator.

The creature pushed her backward. I looked at its body. There. A glowing violet spot beneath its throat. Weak point. I sprinted forward. "Move!" Elena immediately dropped. I jumped over her. The Widow-Maker plunged directly into the glowing spot. The creature screamed. Its body exploded into black smoke. The System appeared. [Mutated Plague-Rat defeated.] [Experience acquired.] [Bonus experience awarded.] [Level increased.] [Level 3 → Level 4.] I breathed out slowly. Level four.

How do we deliver the coordinates to the relic's hidden vault? [Send the spirit-coordinates to a neutral drop-point in Frostfang Hollow. Leave the key carved in stone, and my rogue proxies will collect it.] [Done! My Alpha expects you to swiftly track down the phantom wolf who breached the Blackmoor Vaults overnight and wiped millions in pack-silver resources directly from our ancestral trade ledgers.] I stare at the glowing letters, my jaw tightening. He wants me to hunt down the very phantom tracker who looted his illegal vaults—which happens to be me.

Chapter 4: The Ancient Ruins King Torvald ventured deep into the forbidden ruins under a blood moon, the ancient stones humming with latent magic as glowing runes and creeping vines lit his solitary path through crumbling corridors and collapsed halls. The king was no stranger to danger, but this journey was different. Whispers across the realm had spoken of a mythical Titan-blooded guardian, a being said to possess the single largest cock ever known, a monstrous weapon infused with ancient, virile power. Torvald’s own thick, heavy cock strained painfully against his breeches at the mere thought. He had claimed warlords, orcs, and giants, but this… this was the ultimate prize he had been hun

"Say my name!" Tyler’s voice boomed like thunder through the duplex hallway, echoing down the stairs. His large, powerful palm was wrapped around my neck; it felt as though he might twist it until I died if I tried anything stupid. The bed squeaked loudly, and the sound of his groans filled the entire room. "What’s my fucking name?" "T-Tyler…" My voice broke like radio static. I whimpered like a wounded dog. Beneath his heavy grip, I was pinned, powerless under his control, while he thrust into me vigorously.

n "I do know that Miss Adelana, worth millions of dollars. I'm willing to let it go if I can't have you along with it." I knew I had struck a nerve when she gnashed her teeth. "You are a psycho!" "I know and a gorgeous one at that." I said and smirked knowingly. "Mr Amadi, I will have you know that I am not a property you can acquire neither am I a desperate pauper you can buy with a few bucks."

Davien, a man of few words, nodded, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. In the heart of a dense, untamed jungle, Anya and her intrepid group of adventurers stood before the fabled ancient relic. The air was thick with anticipation as they marvelled at the artifact's intricate carvings and weathered surface, evidence of the countless years it had spent hidden from the world. Though, their joy was short-lived, for as they reached out to claim their prize, unexpected challenges began to emerge from the shadows.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Too many. My intel had been wrong. This was not a scout mission, this was a raid. I could count at least fifteen? No, thirty? Too many to count. Emerging from the dunes were thirty hulking figures, lips curled back while sharp teeth got out growls and snarls. Rogues - wanderers who rejected the rules of their packs were here. Their fur was filled with dust, eyes wild with bloodlust.