Soldier King Of The Griffin Division Novels & Stories

There had to be something else – a deeper reason behind all this chaos. Felix let out a few slow breaths and was about to walk back to the tower when he heard a choking sound in the distance. A soldier lay on the ground, his right limb severed. He looked up at Felix, hand reaching out. “What’s your name?” Felix asked, bending down. “Axiel, Alpha Prince,” the soldier replied, choking on blood. A strained smile appeared on his face as he took Felix’s hand. “Please take care of my mother and sister. My sister, her name is Grizel.”

Why did it sound like a mythical beast's name instead? "Who the heck are you?" he asked again. Griffin removed a crest from his waistband. It was a crest made of pure gold, and the letters "NK" were engraved on it. Cassian recognized the crest instantly. It was the Titania Crest. "You're from the Draconian Order?" "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I'm Griffin, one of the Four Draconian Warlords in the Draconian Order," Griffin stated. His introduction left Cassian reeling from the shock. Ever since he joined the Draconian Order, he had been able to learn the structure of this particular organization from Nino and Leon.

A picture of him in his military uniform, the nameplate beneath it read General Griffin, former commander of the Moonshadow Pack. Different awards on the wall. Before I could warn, the two men were sent flying toward me, but I moved quickly, dodging their heavy bodies. My remaining men looked at him in shock. They all attacked. Griffin then took a deep slow breath and let his wolf come to the surface. His wolf was higher than any of my men. He didn’t wait. He lunged, fangs and claws clipping and slashing my men. One of them tried to let his wolf recede, but Griffin’s jaws clipped his neck, and with a forceful pull and a vigorous shake, his neck was snapped.

"And what is their concern?" "They seek your presence," the soldier said then paused looking from Angus to Octavius as though weighing his next words. "According to them your, Majesty they have no king and have no wish to be ruled by a bastard king." The soldier was remorseful as he spoke these words. His name was Soldj and he pledged his loyalty to his king.

he intoned flatly, “I don’t give a damn about how much dog tags he managed to salvage, because the moment I see him… is when his fate is sealed!” Xander’s voice was so laced with biting bloodlust that it seeped through the crowd’s skin and reached their bones like icy blades. They shivered. “R-Right! Mr. Griffin’s right!” “Wow, you’re the coolest, Mr. Griffin! You’re an absolute king!” “I’m hardly surprised. Just take a look at his position! He’s the Veep for Northmob Council and the king of expert fighters. Destroying Zayn is like flattening a goddamned ant with his foot!”

Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight. In the ten years since he became the King, he had done everything he could to empower his Kingdom. He has made it stronger and has fought in many wars, joining more kingdoms and making it an empire, his empire. Somewhere no enemy will dream to penetrate, no less kill the royal family. It was and is him against the world. Mithraos turned hearing some soldiers call for the head warrior but he need not have worried. He snorted as he watched the warrior raised his sword and sliced open the man behind him with a proper twist of his sword.

Griffins. With wings of gold, blue and green, the rare creatures of lore swooped down upon the battlefield, swiping their claws, lashing their tails, and flapping their wings. Their roars alone caused many Elves to back away, but it was those who rode on the backs of the griffins that caused Elves to instantly run or lay down their arms. The priests of the temple of Emenasari held golden staffs with intricate designs and twisted shapes in their hands. They leaped from their griffins before the creatures even touched the ground, and swung the staffs with ease, using their other hand to control the environment around them. The priest, Kharis Traeliorn, jumped from his griffin near the Queen, a

It was almost like she never existed in the first place. Cassian had barely slept. He was feeling her absence more than he cared to admit. Tony was starting to get really worried about him. He was hardly eating, and he snapped at every little thing. Even the maids were scared to go near him now. It was as if the famous scarred king had returned, and no one could be spared from his wrath. "S... Sir?" A timid-looking maid, Noelle, stammered as she opened Cassian's study door.

Another wave of Drakkon soldiers who were coming towards us were killed by arrows that fell from the sky. "What do you want to do here?" Lucian barked at me from behind. "Saving the underworld from being graced by your presence," I growled back at him before lowering my shield when the arrows stopped flying. Now that the shield was gone, I looked straight into the eyes of the Drakkon king. As soon as he saw me, his eyes got bigger. He must have been surprised to see me dressed for battle with a bloody sword. Now he knew who I really was. "Ruel,"

The soldier, who was looking for a paper to write the letter on, was surprised to hear the King wanted to know his name. “Um.. Well, Flutter, sir. Though friends call me Flu” he immediately regretted his second sentence. His King can’t be his friend. “Flutter. No wonder you flush easily” Gerard remembered the earlier experience when the boy blushed as he came close. The soldier looked down, fondling the paper, flushing visibly. “Well, Flutter, write. Make it short: My mother, controlled by the dark energy is coming for your pack. Incapacitate her and return her unharmed”.