Romans & histoires Rise Of The Horde

I dig my blade deep into his neck, severing his head from his body. Turning away from Valdis’s carcass I face the horde officials, his head held firmly in my hand, "As of right now, I am the new chieftain of the Perilous horde. I am going to start by implementing some changes. This will no longer be a horde run by the advice of you scholars. From this moment forward, you officials will be replaced by the horde's military leaders. Now leave," I shout. Some of the officials leave the throne room in fear for their lives while other stay behind. One of the few officials, Trygg, still left in the room approaches me.

"The war that goes on for decades is destroying everything for the next generation. Everyone is tired, but nobody can do anything about it. Everyone wants to flee to a quiet place where they can lead a peaceful and happy life without fear of losing anything, but this is almost impossible due to everyone's selfishness. Everyone is selfish and greedy for their happy life while destroying others, but they do not know, this is not how it works. The same thing happened years ago, everyone wanted happiness for their kingdom after destroying others, they were blinded by wealth and power, and what mattered to them was only their protection after endangering the lives of thousands of innocent people.

The first war horns sounded before dawn. Their deep, mournful echoes rolled across the valleys surrounding Blackthorn, waking every warrior, healer, and citizen within the kingdom with a jolt of pure adrenaline. The Shadow Legion had officially crossed the eastern border. They were no longer a distant threat whispered about in councils. They were here. Fine snow drifted lazily through the cold morning air as Commander Roland stood atop the eastern watchtower. His face was carved from grim, unyielding stone. "They've reached Blackthorn Pass."

Each strike carved scars into the earth. "You were never meant to lead," Selene spat. "You were born broken. I was the heir!" Elizabeth’s eyes burned. "Then why am I the one they followed?" The Golden Rising: Mid-battle, Asharoth appeared not in form, but as a massive shadow that blotted out the sky. His influence turned the weakest wolves into feral beasts. Some of Elizabeth’s warriors fell, snarling, eyes turned red. "The Void is seeping through!" Saelith cried.

The world broke open. Stone, ash, and fragments of the throne scattered through the air as the palace collapsed beneath us. A roar unlike anything I had ever heard tore across the realm deep, endless, filled with hunger that felt older than creation itself. The Hollow was rising. Its body unfolded from beneath the earth like living night, stretching higher and higher until it pierced the fractured sky. Shadows poured from it in waves, swallowing light wherever they touched. I couldn’t even see its full shape.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembled wolves. Even Kael nodded, his expression grim but determined. The creature studied them for a long moment. “Then you choose the hard path. So be it.” It raised both limbs this time. From the forest, more creatures emerged. Hundreds. The horde had been holding back its true numbers. Maren’s hand tightened on Elara’s shoulder. “Now the real assault begins.” The creatures charged as one massive wave, and the defensive line braced for impact. But this time, something was different.

Then the black tide appeared. Thorn’s true army crested the northern ridge like a wave of darkness. Thousands of shadow-armored wolves marched in perfect formation. Cursed beasts—twisted merges of Veyr’s old forces and Nyra’s shadow remnants—lumbered beside them, eyes glowing violet. The ground trembled under their advance. Thorn himself stood at the front, massive and terrible, wrapped in living shadow. His voice carried across the field, loud and triumphant. “The night was only the beginning. Today I take the child and your pack dies with her.”

Prometheus turned to face the large portal behind him and spread out his huge clawed hands before giving out a deep growl that was echoed throughout the badlands. "What is he doing?" asked Carol, still baffled by the events that were unfolding. "He's calling." There was an ominous silence in the badlands before a new sound then took over. The sound similar to that of people running like in a stampede and that was when the two speedsters watched hundreds of dark souls pour out from the portal, flying past the Titan towards the city. From where Carol and Diana stood, the horde looked like a wave of red, like blood flowing over the badlands.

I explained to Sutton and everyone else present. Sutton gets his thoughts together then starts explaining the situation that they are facing. He starts off by explaining about a prophecy on the Nightshade line and how it all connects to Serenity. He then explains the part our ancestors played in it and why Ragnar and Bellatrix were there. So some fucking relative of mine decided to kill a whole clan of Kitsune, and we now have to go to war because the last remaining kitsune wants revenge for his people. War all over a sanctuary that might be there, but it might not be as well. People say that rogues are the bad ones, but all most of them want is somewhere to feel safe. They have left their p

He had more rights for the claim. “Rise …” Aravyr commanded. “My brethren, Lord Hylos has given us our last chance to destroy our enemies. Now’s the hour we show them that we are the predators … as we have always been since the beginning … and them the prey. My brother had spoken to me of the current situation outside. A war is happening. And our brethren on the battlefield are in the verge of defeat. The Red Comet would be at its peak come the morrow, and it would be a huge threat for us. We will kill every human we encounter … burn every living we see … and crush every enemy we meet … We will dominate above all.” “Agar! Agar!” the dragons screamed and yelled for the king.