Pre Heresy Night Lords Novels & Stories

she asked as she was already moving to do what he’d asked. “Yeah.” It did sound stupid when she put it like that, but it had all made sense when they’d planned it, and she’d been in the meeting. If she thought that it was dumb, He couldn’t worry about the plan at the moment. He just had to make it work. Heather tossed her shield around everyone in the frontline, which included three Healers--Jamie, Cale, and Martin, as well as Cadon, Brandon, and Dax. There were fifteen of them in all surrounded by blue light as they moved toward the fortress.

Here this boy stood, unafraid, speaking loud. “Who are you, kid?” Eyebrow raised, the child replied, “I am Gonar, apprentice to the high priest and master of all the wood, Drust.” “Good for you.” August groaned as he tried to get to his knees, his body full of aches and devoid of weapons. “How is it I’m still alive?” “My master wishes it, for now.” “Wonderful, Your master around?” Gonar nodded. “He prepares for the Lammas festival and the great battle to come soon.”

"Makes his swole head look like it's covered in sesame seeds." "You're trying to kill me to get my shift with Sunday-Mondays off," I accused, "it's not going to work!" "And you still haven't told me what the secret was! Don't act like I can't see you deflecting! Dodging the question!" Fuck. "Did you know that dullahans have literal nightmares as steeds? As in the levitating spectral demon horses usually only commanded by the King of Dreams?"

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

A few hours later, when the silver disk of the moon hid, and the first predawn rays of the rising sun shone on the horizon, heralding a new day; when the singing of birds and the chirping of bugs was heard; when each flower opened its buds to fill the air with fragrance and give the world its beauty; when dewdrops hung on the cobwebs, like the purest diamonds on a thin chain, the wolves and the Hunters, stained with mud and blood, sat at the mass grave and silently greeted the dawn. No one uttered a sound, and, in fact, there was nothing to say, because no words can bring back those who fell this night from the treachery of a single person - Cyrus Aelho, the exiled Wolf of the royal Northern

Adrian cursed and subconsciously activated his mana to protect himself. Within the layers of white light, a figure slowly emerged. It was Father Reth. He smiled at Adrian and Val and said, "The Great Duke heard my call and bestowed upon me the power to overcome all evil. You two demonic heretics, today, you will die here!" Seeing Father Reth, Val didn't show much surprise. She smiled and said, "I thought as much. It turns out you're the elder of the Church of Netherphos, Father Reth! You sly fox, what mischief are you up to again!"

Pillars of blue light came down from the colony ships, teleporting the 4 billion Starknights on the flattened land because of the bombardment. In front of them from a far distance stood the enemy's forces. A pillar of light struck in front of the Starknights who're wearing their silver and complete war armor. When the towering light disappeared, at the front stood their Prince, Julius Friedrick Asters Starliege lll wearing his golden shining battle armor. On his left and right stood his greatest general, RavenX, wearing his black and glorious armor. This is how the defense at Heavens Realm begins. The city of Herald lies behind the enemy, destroyed and is swarming with these pitch black enti

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

Nighthowl Systems was the culmination of too many independent warriors' sweat and blood; it was an insult to their loyalty to let my emotional scars dictate the movement of our legions. Besides, my inner wolf had ceased to care. "If your beast is prepared to endure that insult, my own pride flatly refuses!" Orion growled, his alpha presence radiating hot through the crystal link. "The northern territory is teeming with independent warlords and heavily armed chieftains—the Calder Dominion is not the sole superpower holding gold in its vaults. Nighthowl Systems has never stood at the valley gates waiting to be selected by a sovereign! Maintain your focus on the Wraithfang core architecture. Le