Record Of Grancrest War Light Novels & Stories

He racked his brain for a way out. Time seemed to slow down as he stared back at his friends fighting desperately for their lives, Gravland fired arrow after arrow, Lengolassa had by this point taken up her bow to join Gravland, the two of them were keeping back the army from trampling over Krona and Drykator. He turned again to Warren who had now propped himself up against the cliff tears in his eyes looking towards Shreftwood silently and slowly saying the words ‘I’m Sorry’

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

Dull blades shone with blue light. We followed. At the surface, the battle had already begun. Grey creatures poured from the upper ocean. Serpent soldiers climbed from the red water below. The living packs fought between them across the exposed seabed. Grandmother stood on the ruined tower with the Tide Crown raised. Her face tightened when she saw the army rising behind us. “Toren.” The commander stopped. For one moment, the battlefield disappeared from his expression. “You remember me.” Grandmother lowered the crown. “I remember all of you.”

he shouted. Azrael only laughed at Levi. The two female wolves stood up and began walking. They went back to their base. If you were wondering why Azrael is slacking off and why was she sweating, well they only trained for what’s coming. It has been a week and Azrael has been improving a lot. They finally made a plan on how they could enter the bloody Crimson Crest pack with all those lycans. But just in case they’d screw up, they will need a lot of strength and skills to at least take down lycans. A life for a life. “Round 23!” Lexi announced from afar.

This area is going to need a lot from the Crown, as soon as we win this war. A few green soldiers in the Longclaw army stop periodically to throw up. I don’t blame them. Just when we think we’ve seen the worst of depravity, something worse appears. One new recruit now carries a charred stuffed bear with him everywhere. When I ask him why, he simply tells me he wants to remember what he’s fighting for. It takes longer than I’d like, since it means the Rallegrad army has gotten further south than I like, but two days from the castle, we come upon enemy troops.

I turned my head to look at Jeremy and nodded, signaling him that our soldiers could commence their attack. Upon my command, our men swiftly charged down. This sudden turn of events stunned the crowd gathered at the center of the battlefield. I bore the brunt of the attack, leading the troops and mercilessly shredding Renee's throat in his surprised eyes. Immediately afterward, I turned to look at Grace. Meanwhile, my men were clearing out the Rogues and other enemies on the battlefield. "I won't let you get away this time!" Grace bellowed, her face twisted in a fierce expression as she charged forward, swiftly transforming into a giant gray wolf.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Her gaze met a pair of crystal blue eyes that warmly stared at her. "Don't worry. I'll be fine," Adro said. "You know I can't, don’t you? The maidservants said less than three hundred men returned out of a thousand." Grace replied while helping Adro put on his armor. "My bad. I'm not familiar with these war costumes." Adro chuckled. "I’ve told you: You don't need to help me with this. We're in a real war, and you're still thinking about reenacting scenes from a movie."

So I do. Captain Gilderscrowns pulls out a scroll from under his cloak and unfurls it on top of a strategic map situated at a table in the middle of the tent and then addresses us “Men, as we all know, Rendra City has been attacked, the Berlin Light Infantry, Fox Guard and the Parisian Reserves are in need of support. But General Vaxides has decided to send the 3rd Company towards Gravlin Estates which is south from Iasi.” One of the Centurions hopefully asks a question if the 3rd Company would be on flanking duty, since it had minimal fighiting. ”No Centurion Trantius” Captain Gilderscrowns puts his hand on a small spot in the map, at a location that was roughly a 3 hour march from Iasi “we

The men erupted with thunderous cries, their arms raised in unison as they echoed, "Fear no danger! Fear no death! We swear to defend every inch of Starhaven's land and protect every soul beneath her skies!" Carissa stood among them, her voice raised with the rest. She was positioned further back in the ranks and couldn't clearly see her grandfather's face. However, she saw the way his cloak whipped in the wind, his posture proud and upright. Dominic looked every inch the commanding general. Carissa remembered the stories of the battle at Victory Pass well. While defending the city, her grandfather had been struck by an arrow and barely survived. Meanwhile, her seventh uncle died in that sam