Stormcloaks Or Imperials Novels & Stories

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.

"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

The Star Dragon watched as his opening move dismantled the Imperial line. His fleet’s barrage easily ripped into their armor and blasted entire chunks apart with ease. And they seemingly did so with absolute impunity - the Imperials didn’t even fire back. “Sir, incoming Imperial skirmish vessels,” said a technician nearby. “Hundreds, and in numerous waves. They seem to be headed towards the capital ships and cruisers, mostly.” “That’s their M.O.” replied the Star Dragon. “Pull the fleet back further into the debris field, closer towards the center. Have the support ships keep those skirmishers off us as long as possible.”

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.

She glanced at me after a while finally noticing my stare. "Its...hard to explain. They are called imperials and only put in an appearance when war is coming," she said shortly. "Wow," I said, wanting more. "Yeah." "That sure sums it up," I prodded. Frost sighed frustratedly. Yeah, I can be really annoying when I want to be. "I'm going to explain it to you, later," she finally said. I smiled and nodded.

Chloe replied with a smile “Any other questions?... I think not. Less I forget, Empire academy is a private institution not a public school so as of next academic session everybody will be required to be on school uniforms, we stand out from everyone in the state and should be different and on that note, I want the student body president and vice president to be in my office now.” The hall became rampant as chattering about the school became the order of the day. IN CHLOE’S OFFICE [Knock at door]

Then The Bardulf would move in second with The Hunter and their Bonded Alpha at their side. Through all the wars and battles it had never been needed to deploy The Imperials. The army in this structure had protected the weak and innocent for centuries. Some groups stood deathly still while others couldn't stand still. There it was an enemy presence. Time seemed to wait with them as finally the war drums could be heard. Now as they got louder and faster. The troops stood on edge, teeth bared and weapons ready. This is a threat they had never faced before. The nerves made them even more ready...this...is...it!

the captain replied. “Ugh, there’s dust in my new cloak.” One of the king’s six warriors brushed it off with his hand. “I just had this made this morning.” He had an English accent and dressed like a Nineteenth-Century hunter, which I guessed he came from the time when Britain was once the greatest empire. The only thing that wasn’t part of his historical attire was the orange-furred cloak he was wearing — wait, those furs. Could it be? Was he the one? “Forgive me, Commander Cutler.” His king gazed at the four piles of dust near their feet. “It seems that there were bold fools who took my challenge.” He took a glance at his cloak. “Well, it does suit you.”

With the Azure Dragon Clan being the head of the other clan, it would be the same for the Suzaku Clan; it would be on the cusp of welcoming a miserable fate. Regarding the five big clans in the Imperial Capital, it was an unstable period of time. Following the Suzaku Clan’s suffering from the evil scheme, the Azure Dragon Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and the Black Tortoise Clan all suffered from a ‘visit’ from a conscienceless little thief, all in succession. Except for the Qilin clan, who had escaped by sheer luck.