Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Horde

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.

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.”

"Sound the war horns! Rally the Northern wolves and the Southern solar guards! Tonight, we end the Eclipse Cult forever!" From the high towers of the Citadel, the heavy bronze war horns blared into the darkening twilight air, their deep notes echoing across the mountains and valleys. Deep in the canyon below, the dark horde moved forward under the shadow of the eclipse, but high on the battlements, the three generations of the royal family stood united, ready to write the final, bloody climax of their realm's history.

Standing with one's back to the other, Diana began to charge at the souls, hitting them with lightning before returning to her position and Carol did the same. From above, it looked like a spinning fan only this one was made out of red and pink lightning, tearing apart the dark souls but they could only go so far. The horde had began to over power them, much to Prometheus' delight who finally began to advance toward his army, a grin forming over his lava-spewing face. His attention was suddenly withdrawn when a new burst of lightning shot from across the air before another bolt of lightning went on to strike one section of the horde, sending a handful of dark souls crumbling to dust.

Atticus informs me. As he was telling me this, our warriors arrived with General Axton. I can hear that Deadly Nightshade is not far off now. I run and grab my weapons and rejoin my clan. A few minutes later, wolves burst through the trees from all directions, surrounding us from all sides. A huge black wolf stalks forward before shifting into Lucius. He pulls some shorts on, then turns to me and smirks.

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.

Brida howled. The pack was holding their breath anxiously to see what would happen. They were all staring at Brida who was sitting on her knees covered in blood with her head tilted forward. At first, it seemed nothing would happen but then Brida levitated into the air and started glowing with white light from all sides. A clear voice echoed through the open space, “A NEW ERA WILL BE BORN. WOLVES WITH EYES THAT REFLECT THE SOUL OF THE MOON WILL END THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. FENRIR WILL BREAK FREE AND RAGNAROK WILL BE BROUGHT UPON THE WEREWOLF WAYS.”

“Drevska officials are reporting confirmed sightings of a Behemoth-class alpha troll leading one of the horde groups.” Eliza smirked. “Perfect. A big one to prove our point.” The first contact came two days later, outside the ruined farmlands of East Drevska. The monster horde—composed of dire boars, spike wolves, sludge crawlers, and two ogrish leaders—numbered well over 800. Local militia, even at their strongest, would have crumbled.

The ruins quaked violently as Erythos stirred, his presence distorting the air itself. Though he was not yet fully free, his awakening reshaped the battlefield, the sky darkened to an abyssal void, the earth split into jagged fissures, and unnatural flames erupted where stone once lay undisturbed. A god was rising, and reality itself recoiled at his return.