روايات وقصص ضمن Record Of Grancrest War Main Characters

Alpha Lucien’s POV The air was heavy with smoke and blood. Screams echoed in the distance, and the scent of pain clung to everything. Warriors were dragging injured bodies from the battlefield. Some were crying. Some were silent. Too many were not moving at all. But I didn’t look at them. I looked at her. Gracie stood by the edge of the field, frozen. Her eyes were wide, her lips trembling, her hands shaking by her sides. She looked like a ghost in the middle of a war zone. I saw her mother and Tavin running towards her.

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

Gracia immediately said, “Please take a seat, everyone. Allow me to introduce you to War Legate Draco. Oops, this is the previous war legate of Wyvern Peak, War Legate Draco.” The people who had just sat down were stunned upon hearing Gracia’s remark. They were staring straight at Adrian. In the next moment, the crowd of people said in succession, “Greetings, War Legate Draco. It’s a pleasure to meet you, we’ll try our best to provide you with the support you need, sir.” A number of people held out their hands. Adrian shook them one by one and said, “Please take a seat. This is an urgent matter. Please explain the situation, Gracia.”

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.

I continue. “I met a man there who told me a lot of things about our ancestors and how doomed we’ll be if we don’t do what’s necessary on time. He said there’s a lot you’re yet to tell me. Gran gran, what is it? Tell me.” “Describe the man you saw in your dream,” Gran Gran says. “He was tall and muscular. He looked like an ancient warrior.” Gran Gran doesn’t let me finish; she gasps. “The last rune bearer.” “Who is that?” Trix looks as confused as I am.

"You are a hero, Sarah." "I am a baker who learned to swing a sword. But thank you." I moved through the wing, learning names and stories. Marcus, who had shielded two wolves with his own body. Elena, who had dragged three wounded soldiers to safety before collapsing herself. Jacob, who had lost both parents in the battle but still smiled when I approached. Each one a person. A life. A reason this war had to mean something. Near the back, I found an elderly Lycan lying very still. His breathing was shallow, his skin gray. A healer stood nearby, expression somber.

I’m sure Grindley had only come back for me because of something very about–the treasure. The rhythmic sound of Grindley’s shoes could be heard from a short distance before he finally stood beside his step-sister, Sandra. “Seems you are right after all, sister,” Grindley whispered. A smile trailed off Sandra’s lips before she finally stiffened her face. “It’s step-sister to you.” Walking towards us majestically, Lark’s soldiers stood firm. They had only stopped attacking due to his orders. But something was clear: there were traitors amongst us.

The war room of the Golden Crest Pack was filled with the smell of old maps and the flickering light of many candles. Alpha Dwayne stood at the head of the table, his face twisted in a mask of pure hatred as he looked at the drawings of the Red Moon palace. He was no longer the loyal son that King Shane had raised, but a man who wanted to see his parents lose everything they had worked for. Beatrice walked around the room with a sharp smile on her face, feeling like a puppet master who was finally pulling the right strings to get her revenge.