Rise Of The Horde Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Then the fight exploded again, louder and bloodier. They want war? Rafe snarled inside me, every muscle thrumming with primal rage. We’ll drown them in it. We lunged into the horde, fangs and claws ripping everything in our path. No rogue stood for more than seconds. Each one fell, torn open, their blood soaking the ground. Warriors around me surged with renewed fury, their Alpha leading from the front. The rogues pressed harder but they wouldn’t break us.

They solidified their dominates during this period of chaos, as they spread terror of the high-grade warriors throughout the planet. Every child on the planet grew up knowing the strength and terror of the big 5 including the prestige and strength of their high-grade warriors. When Kalen and Aledos had their breakthrough, they were ecstatic. It was a dream come true for them. They rejoiced to be among the 5% who could breakthrough. Throughout the rest of the day, they both excitedly discussed the Confederate States of America and its most powerful high-grade warrior Alexander the Great. **************************************************************** That night Kalen have a very weird but sa

It was only the beginning of what came next. My kind was only called to rise when there was a large enough threat against the Goddess' creation. When monsters stopped hiding in shadows and evil grew bold enough to build empires in the light. That was why I had risen again. The realization settled over me like armor as I circled Vladimir, my paws scraping across centuries-old cobblestones slick with blood. Phoenix fire rolled over my fur in slow, deliberate waves, its warmth kissing my skin while the cool night air brushed against my muzzle. The scents of smoke, iron, magic, and blood swirled together until the battlefield carried a smell I knew all too well.

Ragnar said, "The disciples of the Eight Ancient Sects of Holtrien have already entered the battlefield one after another. Good. Once they're all here, we'll wipe them out together. We'll completely end the bloodline of Holtrien's ancient sects. From then on, no Eastern martial artist will ever stand against the Dark Clans again. And this feud that has spanned thousands of years will finally be erased." The forces attacking Azure Gate were primarily werewolves, vampires, and the sirens. Aside from Marcato, however, none of the sirens' top fighters were qualified to stand alongside Jorge and Ragnar. Hence, no one came to discuss strategy with the two progenitors. They simply obeyed orders and

Two wolves clashed in the heart of the ruin—one golden, one black, their teeth bared and eyes blazing. And then, she heard it. “Liora… a greater storm comes.” Her mother’s voice, soft yet laced with sorrow. “This time, even I may not save you.” Liora’s eyes snapped open as the fractured moon flared crimson. Far away, in the Blackwood Mountains, Darius growled to his followers: “Prepare yourselves. The time of balance is over. The era of shadows begins anew.” And in the Southern Plains, Solan smiled coldly.

A twist in their necks followed immediately by a cracking sound and they all slump to the ground like a bag of potatoes. Helios, who is still in human form picks up the burning torches and throw them through the windows of the building. I hear screams as parts of the building catches fire. The hoax works and one by one, Clyde’s men come rushing out of the main door. They shift into wolf form as they do, trying to outrun the heat from inside the building but it is too late for them. For the moment emerge from the metal swing doors of the packhouse, my pack and I attack, tearing into their necks and jugular veins.