Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

abandoning their perfect logic for Physical Contact. The "Indigo Cloak" had worked against their machines, but it wouldn't work against a fleet of a thousand crystalline drones descending like a swarm of locusts. "They're coming down, Sloane," Vara signaled, her voice filled with a ancient, tectonic dread. "The 'Mirage' is over. Now, we fight them in the mud." Kael collapsed as the phase-shift ended. The sky returned to its normal, scorched gray. He looked up at Sloane, his eyes dull and flickering.

Thus, when they came face-to-face with their common foe, their eyes glowed with hatred. Outside the door, a big man in a military coat walked quickly into the pub, followed by a group of agents, just as both sides were about to jump at each other’s throats and start a chaotic fight. The man in question was Dima, the leader of Russia’s Klock. As a matter of fact, Dima was a Demigod. Not only that, but there were also Demigods among the subordinates behind him. After all, Klock was Russia’s official organization, which was equivalent to the Celestial Empire’s Dragun Squad. The squad had so many almighty Demigods, so Klock was naturally on the same level as them.

The bay doors opened as the marines take in the luscious scenery of forests, oceans, and mountains. Some of them took off their helmets as the vast scenery of Ren'veil swept the hearts of each warrior, as though they had fallen in love for the first time. One of Kent's close allies and friends aboard the Night Hawk, Clayton Carmive, is the Resident muscle of the Strike team. He often wore a Generation 4 Tactical Knight armor – Heavy Herculio. Like Rex's suit, it is also equipped with jump-kit boosters, gravity boots, and a grappling hook gun. The suit can be compared to a behemoth in terms of size due to its base design was derived from the heavy knights during Terran Age 2942 in Xheronian t

Eyes pale as winter moons. He crossed territories without slowing. Forest bent under his speed. Rivers split around him. Lesser packs felt his passing like a storm wind and lowered themselves instinctively. By dawn, the mountains of Del Imperium rose on the horizon. The Del Imperium pack. Largest and oldest among the were realm. An icy snowy glacier peak. Their territory spanned jagged peaks and deep valleys carved by ancient rivers. Stone fortresses crowned ridges like thrones. War banners hung from iron stakes, each bearing the sigil of a silver wolf devouring the sun.

"Lets hope they bring something good. Once decryption is done have our navigators examine them. Maybe we can get a fix on our position. Any Intel on the faction?" "Those ships seem to belong to the Imperium Hominis, whatever that may be. Horvath found some corpses floating around in there. They appear to be human, only not as we are used to. Some have tech sticking out of their body, whatever purpose that may serve. Initial analysis says that these 'Imperials' are fighting those dagger ships." "Good to know we're not alone. If we encounter more daggers, or gods forbid, more powerful ones we may need to look to these imperium guys."

Starsoul was silent for a moment, and then he said, "They are the last trump card of the declining empire. The Seventeenth Falcon Cavalry is made up of seventeen peerless Martial Emperors!" "Oh my God!" The seventeenth mount of the goshawks. Seventeen peerless Martial Emperors? When Yang Xiao heard this, his entire scalp went numb. Was the Sunfall Empire selling wholesale goods? Sending out seventeen peerless Martial Emperors all at once? Wasn't this too ridiculous?

The problem is a part of units they are sending out— they are the Insignia Troopers. Insignia Troopers are one of the core units of the Regalia Empire. They are cold, heartless killing machines that kill regardless of age and gender. Since they were made with the alloying of adamantine and mithril, they are nearly impregnatable through physical attacks— bullets are basically useless. The only way to damage them is through specially enchanted weapons or powerful explosions. Thirdly, nations nearby Central Imperial Island had signs of preparations due to the missing King of Central Imperial Island. As for what they are preparing, we believed they were ready to launch an attack if the Regalia E

She later made me wash off my face and asked me to pick a warrior garb with a cloak from my wardrobe. After wearing a leather jacket over matching fitted pants. I picked a hooded cloak that I had worn when Dane was officially celebrated as the alpha of the Northlanders. It was a Tyrian purple color with the emblem of the Northlanders embroidered with white and black thread on the spot where the breast pocket ought to be. The buttons that lined the front flap from the throat to the hem were pure gold and it all clung to my body like a second skin.

That was all that mattered to me right now. “Not just your boys!” Ed tutted. “The ones in dark cloaks, too. I’ve got five of them here right now, ten yesterday, and knowing my luck there’ll be twenty here by tomorrow.” “Dark cloaks?” I repeated, my whole body going still. Was it the two I’d overheard talking about Ares and Owen? Had they wormed their way into Ed’s home? “They call themselves the Shadows. Stupid, prissy name for a bunch of bodyguards, if you ask me.”

"Do you really think that would work?" "I had my doubts. But yes. I think Alpha Landon would be more than happy to agree to this deal. We all know what Alpha Landon truly fears is a take over by Midnight Shadow or Imperial Heart. They are both equally strong packs with high ranking Alpha's. While Midnight Shadow is known to be more merciless, I think Alpha Landon is truly afraid of Imperial Heart. They come from old blood, and are more traditional in their beliefs. Omega's are not taken care of, and women are seen but never heard. Imperial Heart also consider themselves royalty, due to their heritage. Imperial Heart was formed by one of the first werewolves, making them as close to a pure bl