روايات وقصص ضمن Rise Of The Horde

The dawn did not break with the soft promise of a new day; it shattered. The sky over the fortress was bruised with heavy, charcoal clouds, and the air hummed with the electric dissonance of approaching steel. The enemies had not come as disorganized raids; they had come as a tide—warriors from three rival packs, their banners snapping in the wind, their eyes wide with the desperate, superstitious fear of men who knew they were hunting gods. Aziel and Lior stood back-to-back in the center of the main field. The ground was already stained with the early casualties of the siege. Aziel’s breathing was heavy, the rhythmic, guttural sound of an Alpha preparing to tear the world apart to keep his

Raiden’s POV Rogue attacks across the kingdom had gotten worse every year. What once started as small raids along distant borders had evolved into organized assaults with strategy behind them. More warriors. Better timing. Stronger fighters. Somebody was building an army in the shadows, and whoever stood behind it had become bold enough to challenge the throne directly. Ever since Zayden and I became kings after our parents died, enemies had circled us like starving wolves smelling weakness. Some attacks came from rogues. Others came from packs pretending loyalty while quietly waiting for an opportunity to overthrow us.

Across the yard, Warren stepped out of the main cabin just as Rowan started toward the watch bell. “What are you doing?” Evelyn moved toward him through the mud. “They’re coming.” Warren stared at her. Behind him, Caleb appeared in the doorway. “They’re coming from the east,” Evelyn said. “Now.” Warren’s expression hardened. “You don’t know that.” From below the ridge, something shrieked. Then another answered. Then a third. The eastern fence shuddered violently as the first infected hit it through the fog.

Melvin was due to arrive at midday, and by then he was already racing around the house in his wolf form, restless and excitable. “Melvin!” I called, lowly growling. The pup hadn’t yet learned to control his wolf; he was still too young. When Prince, Elena, Torey, and Eva arrived at the infirmary, I stayed behind with Melvin, giving them time with Luara and our daughter. I briefed Torey and Prince on what had happened, including that I had Melinda’s mate killed and searched the east territory. Rogues had staked claims there, which amused me; eventually, it would become mine.

But spoiled little Sophie would never understand that. After that, Logan took me back to the werewolf's base. There was no wedding. He just threw me on the bed and went out to drink with the other werewolves. The moment he closed the door, I climbed out the window and ran away. I never really thought I could escape. Ever since vampires and werewolves appeared, they had spread like a virus all over the world. They could fly and were incredibly strong fighters. They quickly took over humanity. Running away was impossible.

Volkava turns into the mist as creatures grab Zuri before she could react, dragging her as she holds Lior along with Volkava into the mist. More twisted creatures advance towards us. Draven howled and it ripped deep through the air in a commanding way. And so did Mateo at almost the same time. The signal. And then, steel clashed in less than minutes from beyond the gates— “Torin,” I whispered. Ironfang and Thornshade fighting those monsters. The war had begun. The ruins exploded into motion—wolves shifting mid-run, bones cracking, fur bursting through skin. Blades slicing through twisted flesh. Creatures shrieking—unnatural, distorted, wrong as blood sprayed.

I could feel the unspoken unity between us, the unbreakable bond that had carried us through countless battles. “Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice cutting clean through the heavy silence. “I know most of you would rather be guarding your borders than sitting here but what we’re facing isn’t a raid and it isn’t some wandering rogue problem. This—” I gestured toward the map spread across the table “is war.” Murmurs broke out immediately. “The rogues have never been organized before,” Alpha Torran of Clawfang said, slamming his hand on the table. “Now they strike in waves, with weapons we’ve never seen. Silver arrows, wolfsbane blades… where are they getting them?”

I watched him click away until I saw Lance walking towards a man in a chair who was crying. “The dude has already lost half a finger and a hand” He chuckled. “He was stealing to pay his gambling debt, so Jack is making him bet with his own body parts” “Fuck that’s sick as” I laughed loving it. “What is he losing now?” “His leg” We both watched as Lance started to swing an axe while singing away to himself. “Hi ho hi ho to chop off a leg we go” “Please no” The man begged All the while Lance was grinning like a crazy man, we watched as the axe connected with the leg. Bloody splattered all over Lance and landed on both Jack and Warren.