Rise Of The Horde Novels & Stories

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.

I laughed. And almost took off all Ransom's hair as a finger of flame shot from my mouth. A heavy thumping was coming from under my belly. "Whoops." I pushed up to my...legs? Feet? No wonder my guys had such problems adjusting to animal forms. It was fucking weird. The Horde King scooched out from under me once I'd lifted far enough. "We will fight for Goddess Kiema!" He raised his fist into the air. All of his people, creatures from nightmares that will forever haunt my sleep, took up his call. Or, I think that's what they were saying. Some of them didn't have mouths like humans did. Or even like animals did. Either way, they joined their voices to their leader's.

"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.”

my brother whispered, his voice tight with worry, "Lisa just had her kidney removed... are we really going to release the soulbloom spores during the next full moon?" Soulbloom. That’s what they called the vision-sharing herbs. Tiny, silver-dusted flowers that only bloomed under the full moon and released spores capable of connecting minds. For one night, whoever inhaled them could see another's memories—feel what they felt, live what they lived. There was a long silence. Then my mother's voice, choked with fake sorrow: "We have to. Lisa was supposed to mate with Alpha Kain. Her reputation has to be destroyed—only then will he accept Xina."

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

Moving towards the north of the troops were the archers who moved behind boulders and other obstacles previously set up by lower-ranking soldiers where they will shoot burning arrows at them thereby slowing down the enemy army. Octavius looked up and with the powers given to him by Ashterah he saw the war goddess rise above the entire army, her golden quiver slung over her shoulder to her back filled with golden arrows, her golden bow was set firmly in her hands. Beside her was her half-brother Nukis god of destruction ready with his thunderbolts, a power given to him by his father Robos; Horoda, goddess, and ruler of powers under the earth with her golem army set to rain heavy blows on the

He had tricked me, taken my hand in marriage, only to kill me, the last of my line. “I’ll kill you,” I screamed. Screaming, cursing, kicking, spitting on the graves of their mothers, I know I looked crazy, but in one’s last moments, instinct kicks in. While my final moments were approaching, dying of thirst, the sun rising off the horizon, I cried harder, staining my coat with red tears for a monster had found me.

The sound so pure. "So many questions. Ones that will all reveal themselves in time, I promise. But for now, it is time you embrace your true self. The sun is almost up." Athena stepped away from me, her body slowly fading into the white space. "Wait, you didn't tell me what I was," I shouted, but it was too late. The Queen was no longer in front of me; nothing but the throne remained. "One shall fall. The other shall rise. In a fight between fire and ice. A Pheonix will be reborn." A voice whispered quietly into my ear. Suddenly my skin started to itch my body temperature rose.