Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Horde

And so a super-empire that swept across Gohaven and Beurope was born—the Vorthund Horde. Ray watched the Vorthund Horde's cavalry tear through the frozen north like a scythe, then punch into Beurope with unstoppable momentum, driving all the way to the Rhine. If not for several generals dying off in succession and touching off a war of succession, the whole of Beurope might well have fallen. The brutal Vorthund Horde didn't rule over Gohaven for very long, though. Their grip on the people of Gohaven was too vicious, the killing too heavy, until people simply couldn't survive under it anymore, and rebel armies rose up on every side.

Then he moves anyway. He crashes into the edge of the horde, claws tearing, his body twisting through the chaos. But he’s slowed. More keeps coming. For every one he crushes, three more swarm. He sees his father across the courtyard, surrounded now. A black flood of snarling, half-decayed beasts closing in. Lowell fights them off. His claws swipe through bodies. His roar splits the night. But age clings to his limbs. His strikes grow heavier. Slower. The ground shakes beneath him with every move. Still, he does not fall.

I started the journey, I walked for two hours, and I wasn’t scared as I had my sword, my backpack and myself. I got to the river. I was thinking of sleeping there but then I started hearing voices and it seemed like the cold night river. I have heard about that river and how it can be. It is a place where spirits roam but it is famous for the Tell Tale spirit. The Tell-Tale spirit is a spirit that appears to tell you your future and it is always bad, it rarely comes out though, it has been disregarded as one of those old stories. I turned around to get away from the river and then it became extremely foggy all of a sudden and cold too, fear gripped me immediately and I knew I was in for it.

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

I felt like the beginning of something new. Something that didn’t need gods, or marks, or chains. Just the will to rise from ruin and call it home. *** From far beyond the ridge, thunder rumbled. Cassian stiffened. "Storm?" Julian shook his head. "No. That’s drums." My pulse quickened. Kaelus wasn’t coming yet. But the world had heard us. The old packs, the council, the remnants of the moon’s faithful—they all knew a new Alpha had risen from the ashes, one who didn’t ask permission to exist.

From the black mire, things began to climb. Not wolves. Not beasts we knew. Things born in the crushing dark before the sun ever rose — colossal, scaled, circular jaws lined with rows of shark teeth, blind writhing tentacles sprouting from their ridged backs. They were the Spawn of the Black Tide — the hounds of the Forgotten Gods. Sensing my aura, they howled in unison — a scream of a thousand drowning voices — and my warhorses reared in terror. “FOR THE NEST! FOR THE EMPIRE!” I bellowed — and let the silver take me.

different, I felt a surge of strength in me, pounding on my head, overwhelming me, With one loud cry, I let it all out, Not a shout, not a howl, something different...louder, menacing, The rogues all fell to the ground, probably out of fear, but letting me go in the process, Turning to their heels like dogs, they ran away, pursued by a single cry, Standing still afterwards, letting the silence mask the air, nothing seemed to be moving again, the walls seemed closer than before,

She moved. Faster. Harder. Her claws slashed through the Elder’s defense, landing a blow across his chest And for the first time in centuries An Elder bled. The wolves of Silverwood stared. The Forsaken stood taller. Because it was possible. Because the Elders could fall. Ruvan’s face darkened. "Kill them all." And just like that The war began.

"A Wyvern appeared for the first time ages ago. Around 800 AD. It came with a storm and piercing cry and human beings seeing the large creature as a threat, began finding ways to bring it to its death." Everyone who was seated at the empty dining table was listening. It was almost four o'clock and the inhabitants of the palace were awake. The people at the table consisted mostly of men, female shamans and other women of influence. As usual, Athena sat at the head of the table. They all listened as one of the oldest historians spoke.

“I drove a silver spike through his hairy chest and watched him burn.” “Good thing you remember,” Descartes nodded. “It may interest you to know that his son, Joharres the second was born shortly after and took hold of his father’s throne. Unfortunately for you, Joharres is not like his father. He is brave, he is strong and he is unnerving.” “So that is why Mork cannot take a pack for me?” Ghost stared at Descartes. “If my strongest captains can’t take one pack down with a hundred men, they are not worthy.”