Star War Lord Novels & Stories

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

he looked over at her and saw her just looking at her sandwich. "Listen, Oliver. That letter contained more information about me than anyone knows. More than the police. More than the orphanage. Even more than Mr. Sween. That information is extremely private and you shouldn't share it with anyone. With that being said, I would like to not talk about it. It's a hard topic." Oliver was taken aback by her tone but nodded and kept eating. He remembered the tear stains on the letter and figured he shouldn't have brought it up.

he snorted and sat by the bed. “He looks just like your brother… You don’t really have to feel responsible for us, Adhler. You should live your life,” “Why should I sacrifice for you? I was just doing my responsibility as the King of this nation, Laura,” Laura smiled at him. “I have captured the Beta of the Red Moon Pack,” Adhler looked at her, surprised. “He is yet to say his crimes… but we also found out that the child that the King banished was the head of the hunters… and that organization that the Werewolf King was using to oppress other countries,”

I growl, shaking my head, “But dying at the hands of a Nati isn’t exactly on my bucket list.” He leans forward, “I’m not just any Nati, Mae, I am their lord.” Lord? So, the Nati do have a hierarchy, just as my father always suspected, he’d be so happy to know that he was right. Not that I will be able to tell him anytime soon. “That changes things.” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. Mihai frowns, seemingly confused, “How does it change things?” He asks. I shrug my shoulders, leaning back against the cool glass, “It means that I will have to kill you before I escape.” I say coldly, “Can’t have a vampire lord chasing me for the rest of my life.”

The undefeated god of the ring. He reached down, fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her away. "That's enough." She blinked up at him, confusion flashing in her overly mascaraed eyes. "What's wrong, baby?" she cooed, tilting her head, her voice laced with manufactured sweetness. It sickened him. "Just go," he said, his voice cold and final reaching into his car and handing her wards of cash . The fake sweetness dropped from her expression, replaced by irritation as she pushed herself up, brushing dust off her short dress and collecting the money . "Whatever baby ," she scoffed, rolling her eyes before stalking off.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

Then came the sound of hooves. At first, I didn't think much of it — travelers and merchants often passed through our village. But when I stepped outside, I saw the dust rising, the banners snapping in the wind, and the armored men riding closer in formation. Then I saw him. Darius Venn. He wasn't a king, though he fancied himself one. A warlord — brutal, ambitious, the kind of man who built power from other men's ashes. His armor was blackened steel, his red cloak torn at the edges and crusted with dried blood. I'd heard the stories — how his blade never stayed clean, how villages that resisted him never stood again.

She had light shooting from her limbs. "Who dares disrupt the course of this childs fate." A female voice said surounding them. "Your humble servant, Marcus. I beg you please restore the wolf Starlett to the Human Symphony, she is dying without her wolf. She is the last of the Kolana/Mattra Wolves." Marcus spoke. "Why should I return her wolf. She mocked me and disrespected me. I AM THE MOON GODDES AND NO ONE DISRESPECTS ME!" The voice boomed.

A plan that would allow him to spend quadrillions of Star Dollars at once. Once this plan was successful. He, David Lidell, would soon become a Sacred Saint and one of the top combat forces in Star Kingdom!

So, he heaved a sigh of relief and said arrogantly, “To tell you the truth, I used to be a three-star warrior from Ten Thousand Armies!” Charlie was stunned for a moment. Subsequently, he raised his brows and smiled as he asked, “Oh? You used to belong to Ten Thousand Armies? Are you talking about the mercenary organization, Ten Thousand Armies?” Mr. Lanyon replied coldly, “That’s right!” Charlie asked again, “Who is in charge of you, then? Porter Waldron?” Mr. Lanyon said angrily, “How dare you! The mighty lord of Ten Thousand Armies is not someone you can refer to by name!”