Rise Of The Horde นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was an indescribable joy I derived from watching life drain out of my adversary—or prey. To me, it was art. Every scream was a brushstroke, every corpse a signature. Adrenaline and bloodlust shot through my veins. I tore through warriors, ripping out hearts with bare hands, their eyes still wide in horror as life drained away. A sardonic smile spread across my face. “He’s not a wolf! He’s Chaos itself!” One of the Trinity warriors screamed before I tore his throat open. The word rang through the battlefield, carried by their fear. Chaos. They shouted it again and again, naming the storm that devoured them whole.

They surged forward like a tide, moving toward Draven’s fortress as if the very earth itself called them to war. The gates, shattered from the collapse of the circle, offered no shelter. The rogues poured out, a tide of steel and fury, driven by the death of their master and the terror of what had been unleashed. Hunters called out in wrath, arrows loosing in unison. The air filled with the clash of blades, the roar of battle, and the cries of dying men.

How weird. “Anyways, do you have a name? I can't keep calling you shadow walker.That's bit too risky” “No” His answer is quick and plain.I sigh, thinking of a name to give him. “Xander?” I suggest. Before I could ask if he liked the name, a menacing growl from outside stole my attention. I looked down the window and saw three wolves on Zion and others on Drax. Zion shifts but Drax remains fighting in his human form.

The staggering presence grew until the green sarcophagus reached within a mile from the battlefield. Unable to withstand the pressure any longer, a voice screamed, "It's the Divine Corpse! The Divine Corpse has awakened!" The peaking morale of the invaders pouring through the crumbling formation of the routed defenders immediately plummeted down a dark hole and the deserters felt themselves filled with renewed faith that their accursed order might be salvaged after all. "We're saved!" Exultant cries from the defenders tore through the air with whoops and exclamations of joy, "Come back, all of you! The Divine Corpse is awakened! The Divine Corpse is awakened!"

“Valarieth must have felt it.” “He did,” Nihareth smiled. “I felt him scream. Delicious.” “Shall we send more?” the woman asked. “No,” Nihareth said. “Not yet. Let them panic. Let them scramble.” He raised his hand. A giant horn sounded across the void. His army stepped forward—massive beasts, hybrid creatures, dark gods with missing faces. He turned toward the black gate forming beside the dying Gate of Dawn. “This is the new beginning,” he said. “This is the new dawn. Let’s give them something to fear.”

The city was deceptively calm. Natalie Evans stood on the rooftop of Phoenix HQ as twilight bled into the horizon. The battles they’d won against Orbis in the last seventy-two hours were hard-earned. Three shadow nodes terminated. The original construct silenced. Systems scrubbed. Firewalls reinforced. Yet deep in her chest, a low hum of dread still lingered. Victory had never felt so fragile. Behind her, footsteps approached. “You’re up early,” Adrian said, offering her a thermos of coffee.

Dovydas steps back in with the other horde members leaving Norveig to stand before me. She bows her face stoic as ever. "I am honored that you would trust me with the horde," he thanks. "I would not have it any other way," I say. The rest of the meeting is spent discussing war preparations. My horde is filled with confidence in our standing with Betsalel. But a deep concern eats at my mind. Are we truly ready? Will we ever be ready to face an elder dragon? My thoughts race a mile a minute as my horde members continue reviewing things.

Mania induced by sheer rage and resentment. I twist to stand up, no longer scared, rather my fear has turned to hate. Drago immediately shoots me in my shoulder, but I shrug it off, as if it was just a bee sting. I'm no longer paralyzed by my fear or pain. I embrace what my past has taught me to be. A warrior.

The dense mountains on the outskirts of kingdom Shogo were home to barbarian's tribe, barbarians were the monstrous beasts with their size bigger than normal people, they lived in dense forests in a group and would often fight with other tribes, they lived like animals, not enough powerful to take on kingdom they would often attack villages for food and loot, barbarians would rape the women of villages and then kill them, barbarian not only killed the villagers they would eat them as well, a real monsters indeed. "Wake up it's already morning" said Hugo who was already ready and was preparing breakfast, their breakfast consisted of eggs and half cooked meat, "What time is it" asked Athen who

My heart violently stumbled against my ribs as the realization hit me like a physical blow. The Eye of Aethelgard had just been activated. The veil was tearing open right in front of our eyes, and the first skeletal, glowing shadows of the undying warriors were beginning to crawl out of the black trenches, their phantom swords gleaming in the dark. We weren't just marching into a rival pack's territory anymore–we had officially broken through the gates of hell itself, and the real war to save my mother's soul, to secure my babies' future was starting right now.