Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

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

Several nearby chimeras recoiled, their insectoid limbs skittering backward on the stone. His companions followed, each landing with their own flourish—Dilo with an earth-shaking impact that cracked the flagstones, Grub with surprising agility for his bulk, Cassius enveloped in his shimmering barrier. Within moments, they had formed a tight defensive formation, facing the oncoming horde. The imperial soldiers, exhausted and bloodied, looked at the newcomers with a mixture of confusion and desperate hope. "Fall back and regroup!" Rex called to them. "We'll hold the line!"

Which means the nearby village has been infiltrated by the Imperium. With a thought, the back of the wagon catches fire. The mules go berserk, taking off like an arrow as one by one 10 heavily armed Imperium soldiers come tumbling out of the back. Like barely contained lightning, I zip through the soldier, taking them by surprise as I look for every vulnerability in their armor and take full advantage. I have been fighting soldiers like these for the last 40 years and in all that time nothing about how they fight or how they dress has changed significantly. Soon ten bodies lie on the ground. I only wish I could have saved the cart.

Both of which were older than the usual combatants found at these arenas. More important than that, neither wore power armor. Or really, any armor at all. Instead, they appeared to be draped in ritualistic rags that did less to protect them than bare scales. Both of their bodies were marred with numerous light cuts, and blood seeped out of the thin wounds. “Your foolish game with Imperial profits is about to end, Empress,” said Retholis. He glared at his opponent with a cold derision, even as he leveled his beltknife into a more aggressive position. And as he spoke, the drogar empress circled him slowly.

Normal people don't get haunted by cloaks. But then again we ain't normal people anymore. "My dad used to tell me about the old wars," I say. Kael stops what he's doing. "What old wars?" "Before the packs settled territories. When everything was chaos. Wolves killing wolves. No rules. No alphas keeping order." "Sounds like bullshit." "Maybe. But he swore there were protectors back then. Warriors who wore black cloaks and kept the worst monsters locked away." "What kind of monsters?" "The kind that eat other wolves. The kind that turn pack brothers against each other for fun."

His son, Rowan, leaned casually against a wooden post, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. The pack’s elders sat scattered on either side, but no one spoke. Opposite them stood the Dreadborns. Generals. Warlords. Figures dressed in black and bone. Their armor shined like charred iron, their faces half-hidden beneath heavy cloaks and bone-carved masks. Their presence overall made the room feel smaller.

I stopped my movement and looked up. There stood another battalion on the opposite side of Alpha Xavier. I couldn't see them properly because of the distance but I can make out their cloaks. They were all wearing red cloaks except the one in the center. He is wearing a black cloak. Their eyes were blood red. They redden evilness and destruction. Vampires?

"Maybe I've been aware of your so-called lead for quite some time now." Otto replied with confidence, sneering, "That's impossible." While Fairlight may hold some influence in the business world, it lacked Duskfall’s extensive reach and connections. The only organization that could rival Duskfall was Imperium. Joseph may have sought the assistance of someone affiliated with Imperium for tracking and investigation. The nature of Imperium was akin to Duskfall. Though Imperium was a relatively new organization established just two years ago, it had grown rapidly.

Instead, they developed invisibility cloaks based on the Invisibees' invisibility technique, known as the famous Invisicloaks throughout the immortal world. Unfortunately, these Invisicloaks' effects were far inferior to the Invisibees' natural ability, rendering them quite useless. This led to a brutal period of Invisibee poaching—their skins used in making Invisicloaks—and the Invisibee population plummeted. Some factions raised Invisibees and simply waited for them to shed their skins, but such factions were rare. Most people, including powerful rogue immortals, were impatient and joined the hunt.