Rise Of The Horde Novels & Stories

That was recognition, respect, and the satisfaction of earned rewards. What I had once lost, I was now building for them with my own hands. At the gala’s climax, Mr. Brown took my hand and announced to the entire company. “Next year, Director Frasier will lead the creation of a new division focused on high-end customized services! The company will dedicate maximum resources to support it! At the same time, we will launch the ‘Starlight Program’ to select and cultivate more core talent like Director Frasier, sharing in the company’s growth dividends!”

I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and dead

"A feral horde is chaotic. They hunt as individuals. But if the leader is drinking directly from a realized Sovereign... he is absorbing the blood command. He will be able to direct the horde with the same tactical precision as an army." Rebecca felt the cold dread return to her stomach, but this time, she didn't step back. She looked at the maps, her mind working furiously through the horror. "Which means they aren't just a mindless plague anymore. They have a general. And they have an infinite supply of fuel."

"Lady Xara, Lady Megan. I have a report." "Choir, come here. What happened?" a sweat-covered Choir came to a stop before the two ladies breathing heavily. He handed the report to Xara, then bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath for a minute before he could begin talking. He finally regained the ability to speak, "The horde is back... They are attacking again... Gin... Fredrick... Full retreat... Prepare to defend... This horde is bigger... Much bigger," at the end of his sentence he dropped to his knees wheezing for air.

He was a mortal man, and a new war was already brewing. "He’s calling for reinforcements," Elias whispered. "He wants to turn this into a world war." "We're ready to fight," Kael said. "But Elias... the scouts say they saw ships on the horizon. Black ships with sails made of bone. The Ancient Hordes are coming."

And he pointed. A massive claw lifted, directing every ounce of his hatred straight at me. He threw his head back and roared. The sound shook the sky. I didn’t hesitate. I tilted my head back and released an ear piercing howl of my own, pouring every ounce of fury, command, and dominance into it. The signal. The declaration. The war cry. The battlefield erupted. My warriors surged forward, crashing into the rogue horde with steel and claws and teeth. Screams filled the air. Blood sprayed across the sand. The world became chaos, snarls, clashing blades, bodies colliding and falling.

DYLAN My body aches as I try to sit up straight, breathing shallowly and raggedly. The dead underneath me is stained by the blood that drips down my temple. Our celebration had swiftly devolved into a battleground, with my once-thriving pack in ruins and warriors dispersed and vanquished. The metallic tang of my rage is mixed with the stench of smoke and blood. Talon had arrived like a raging storm, destroying all I had worked so hard to create, stealing Phoenix from me, and humiliating me in the process.

“You broke the lock in the mountain. The door is open. They’ve heard the horn. They’re coming.” Liora looked between them, scared and confused. “Who? Who’s coming?” Alistair looked at her, not as a weapon or heir this time, but as a person he felt sorry for. “The ones who were here first,” he said hollowly. “The original owners of this world. The Scourge of the Sky.” The horn sounded again, closer this time. And it was answered by a dozen others, coming from all directions, surrounding the chapel. They were out of time. The conversation was over. The real war was just beginning.

The night arrived like a predator stalking its prey. By dusk, the storm had cleared, leaving the warehouse bathed in cold, silver light. The air smelled of wet concrete and ozone, and every shadow seemed to twitch, alive with intent. My heartbeat had been steady all day, but now it raced — the spirals beneath my skin pulsing like a warning. [System Alert: Horde Approaching – Estimated Size: 47+] [Risk Level: Critical.] I clenched my fists. Forty-seven? That was more than the first wave, faster, smarter. They had learned to anticipate us.