Sabertooth Guild Novels & Stories

“Stop playing nice and dumb! Your guild is up to no good!” Everyone was puzzled by Rabbit’s outburst.

All we had to do was be patient, but hotheads like Quin were hopeless. And now Saber was becoming a problem. He, out of all the Elders, was the last one I suspected to lose his calm in this secret war. I heard someone run up to us, and Saber’s twin, Santille, grinned from ear to ear. Out of the two of them, Sanny was the more deranged, though it was admittedly a stiff competition. They weren’t called the Terrible Two for no reason. He giggled cheerfully at the sight of Saber. “You finally returned, big brother! Oh dear, did you lose your head again?”

One was a woman with the weathered look of someone who had spent years in difficult terrain and had made her peace with what that did to her face. The other was a broad man with a scar across his jaw and the specific stillness of someone who had learned early that stillness was the most efficient way to evaluate a situation before committing to a position on it. Their names were Sable and Torven. They had been riding for the order for eleven and fourteen years respectively. They sat at the great hall table, and Dorian laid his books out and explained the covenant's original structure with the calm precision of a man who had spent twenty years reading and

There could only be one divine knight on each kingdom of Earthos, Arth thought. "Before I continue, Arth," Lucas turned to him with serious eyes, "I want to formally ask if you have already decided to join our guild, the Forgotten Winter." Arth dropped the fork he was holding. His body flinched as his eyes were forced to open wide. Fo... Forgotten Winter? That’s the… rebel guild! "This is…" Arth slowly gazed at the warriors around him. "So… you're the one who murders nobles and high executives?!"

“Just a few more trails. We’re close.” Despite his exhaustion, Kael felt tightness in his chest—a bit of anxiety. He never knew what kind of criminals he would meet later. Serial killers? Human butchers? Or maybe some crazy witches that do curses to their targets? He had not known anything about this… Forgotten Winter guild. Robert would not even say a word about it. “Tell me… how’s life being a rebel?” Kael tried to be subtle enough to gain information about the guild beforehand.

[GIGATRON (Guild Leader: Dennis Zepher)] [Strongest guild in the server recruiting! I'm already Lv.3 with Autonomous Driving unlocked! Now seeking players with heavy trucks, tanks, helicopters, and rockets! Join and get free fuel and female slaves! Our goal: build the first mobile city! Elites only—scrubs need not apply!] [ROSE SOCIETY] [Female-only guild. Sisters, men can't be trusted. We arm ourselves! This is the last safe haven in the apocalypse!] [IRONCLAD INDUSTRIES]

"He's one of them." Sethlzaar shook his head. "No. The finil guild uses a blue spiraled snake. I've seen it." "That's for the full-fledged." Sethlzaar paused. "Full-fledged?" "Those designed to be the faces of the guild," Saelin answered. "People like him require something less obvious but good enough to show as identification should it be needed."

Shaking his head in resignation, Xenon started reminiscing the brotherhood they established years ago. The guild, was composed of nine people. Eight princes of the Veldt and the temple master’s son. The group main goal is to spread peace to the whole middle realm as the other nations are trying to sabotage and reign to the highest domain of the circle, the Middle Earth Kingdom of Cypherus.

She was just a means to an end so that it wouldn't appear odd for me to live alone and without a mate like some of the others had. “The guild was attacked by a massive group of people. Hundreds if I had to guess. They came in, killed most of the hunters and took some captive,” he told me. A growl slipped out, imagining exactly what this fuckshow was. The guild had been powerful in their own right before I got involved, but I helped to reinforce their ranks while lending them some of my elite Sentinels that were considered to be on mission for all intents and purposes where the Council was concerned. We had a mutually beneficial agreement. They did my bidding from time to time, and I supplied

Human lives would be sacrificed to crush Sandstone. As the sun rose, Adrian departed from Sable Emblem’s headquarters. Sable Emblem had set out earlier than him, accompanied by the Unicorn Society. All the gang members wore bewildered expressions, questioning their leader's sanity. Under usual circumstances, they engaged in territorial battles at night. Darkness and the cover of the night provided favorable conditions for retreat, regardless of victory or defeat.