Review Warframe Novels & Stories

But when they came in waves like this, even a True Warrior elite would be forced into a retreat when they might lose their lives. Harvey let out a sigh. "This is much more powerful than things like the Royal Flushes and the Rainstorm Needles." Clarion nodded. "They're meant for different environments. Rainstorm Needles and Royal Flushes are small and easy to carry, and there's no limits to its use. But the Warsong? Not only does it have plenty of limits, but it's also quite costly. We wouldn't have brought it out if it wasn't because of an emergency."

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

the minister of Warrior speak with confidence and boldness, hoping the king will save Aurora, he hates war, which is the main reason he mentioned looming war in his advice, with that, he is sure the king will dwell In his word. The King looked at him pretentiously, he was the only minister the king feared among his ministers, and he spoke with wisdom and confidence. “I will think about it, minister of a warrior, and I appreciate your concern. I know how much you like war, but I hate war, which is why I have trained my daughter to prevent war from ensuing in our community. I will let you know my decision in tomorrow’s meeting,” The king said and stood up gently, he walked out of the room grac

Jace Smirnov prostrates himself at Adrik's feet, pleading for forgiveness. "Once again, the same meaningless nonsense." Crying, pleading for compassion, shit' I despise it." He kicked Jace off his feet and sat down on the sofa. "A-Adrik I apologise; nonetheless, I am eager to sign a deal with you. "Please don't kill me," pleaded Jace. Adrik leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the ceiling's luxuriously costly lamp hanging. Jace had a chance to save himself from Adrik. He noticed an IMI Tavor TAR-21 in the hands of one of his bodyguards. Jace crept gently towards it, but__

This was…the worst, most fucked up thing that I have ever seen. Wolves are fiercely protective of their own and what they claim as theirs, so war isn’t unheard of. Though war has never been brought upon my pack in my lifetime until now, we have been allies to others who have brought us into their war. We have trained all our lives. And some of us are military vets who have been a part of conflict. In Vietnam, Afghanistan, and Iraq.

Flash back, two hundred years ago. when the world was still inhabited by people who were very greedy with power, war seemed to be a normal thing in the life of every human being. Strength seems to be an important capital for everyone's life, so that their lives are better. because of this endless war, a king decided to negotiate with a demon in order to get a very formidable power, so that he would not be defeated. He dreams of being able to unite all of humanity in the palm of his hand.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Jawing on the meat, he licked his lips cleaning off the blood. “Midnight, it is time. Tell them to surround the walls.” the vurhanil king said, pointing a ragged bone towards Darakio. “ Yes master,” Dakario said, turning to the thousands of vurhans loitering in the valley beneath. Dakario rolled down his eyelids and lowered his brows in concentration. All the vurhans simultaneously began dash into the forest leading towards the walls of Royal Republic. They spread across the field aiming to surround the walls. Their furious stomps echoed throughout the forest, sounding like a huge landslide. Their shrieks shook leaves off their branches and their feet dug out the solid underneath them as the

Another Alpha from a smaller warrior pack stood up defensively, ready for whatever was about to happen. "She … " Graham laughed, but it was barely a laugh at all. Everything was starting to fade, his body responding to pain, his mind saying the only way out of this was to pass out. He fought to stay awake. "She what? I will fucking show you something funny. Fucking laugh. I will break your legs Graham." Agnar said his hands now in fist at his side. "She may have beat you to it. If not, It will match my compound fracture in my arm." Graham snickered back.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.