The Invincible Warlord Novels & Stories

Such is the way of war. Knowing that several well-equipped stations were out there on the way to Orar, Invictus set a course and two days later docked safely for repairs. Dealing with the High-Born Imperial commander stationed there was a bit like playing politics, but the man was agreeable enough. It was clear he wanted a commission on a warship, not here. He did do his job however and did it well. Both officers briefed each other on the activities they came across. It seemed that the route the Invictus was taking was full of all sorts of nastiness. Chaos raiders, Ork pirates and Eldar corsairs. Price made a mental note to ask his Imperial Lieutenant about these potential threats.

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

“Only the three million Divine Army and the one hundred thousand Alcide powerhouses can battle against the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors and the eight million Wyrmscale Source powerhouses.” The Supreme War Saint squinted his eyes and then revealed a strange smile. “If you all follow my orders, I guarantee that you will achieve great merit here. Then, ascending to the rank of Holiness or path kings won’t be impossible.” Upon hearing this, Lazaro and the other two emperors’ eyes sparkled with excitement.

The demon king's gaze became gloomy again when he heard the man's words, and he knew that the man was a figure known as the 'spear king', someone who was always with his master and always fought on the front lines, slaughtering every enemy of his master. "Mao Wang, you shouldn't talk too much. If you talk too much, your tongue might stiffen again," said the shortest man among the five trusted subordinates of the ghost general. The demon king's gaze grew darker, and he was now confused about what to do. Both his army and the Xiwang army had lost their fighting spirit, but that was only natural because their opponent was the most feared figure in many realms. Even the demon realm was very caut

Widura Sri Mada ordered Tiger Ireng to build a large trench and several traps. Widura would play his role as the main war strategist of the Swarnabhumi kingdom. He would fight Maghanada Indrajit who was a demon dubbed as the lord of war in hell. These two gods of war will face each other on the vast battlefield of Swarnadwipa. "Are you ready, Asura?" Lord Agni turned to the excited Asura. "Of course! Let's beat them up!" Asura grimaced. He was having so much fun.

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

Behind her, she felt it before she heard him. Heat. Power. Breath. And then—voice. “You are not ready to leave.” His voice was low, almost quiet, but the sound of it vibrated through the walls like it was born from the mountain itself. She turned slowly, her body trembling. The Warlord stood at the end of the corridor. He wore only a long black robe, open and hanging loose around his hips, revealing the breadth of his scarred, scaled chest. His bare feet were silent against the stone. He looked more myth than man—effortless, commanding, as calm as if he’d been expecting her.

The cavern shook. And the Warlords’ horns went silent. The Warlords came at dawn. Five of them. Each one a Blood Moon lord who’d ruled their own territory for centuries. Each one hungry for Valen’s throne. They didn’t knock. They attacked. The courtyard exploded as the first Warlord shifted mid-air. 10 feet tall, bones like blades, red eyes burning. “Valen is weak!” the Warlord roared. “The girl is untested! We take the Court now!”

“A warrior is not judged by whether they are male or female. We judge warriors by their discipline, their ability, their courage, and their performance in battle.” His gaze swept across. “If you look at another warrior and see only their gender, you have already underestimated them.” He pointed toward the warriors who had just fought me. “Those five warriors were defeated today. Not because they were weak, but because their opponent was stronger and more skilled.” He paused. “Remember this: the battlefield does not care whether you are a man or a woman. Your enemy will not hesitate because you are female. They will not lower their weapon because you are smaller. And they certainly will not s

Or, more importantly, to fight whoever else tried to come in and reinforce the enemy's numbers so as to overwhelm Evan even more. Two dozen enemies and some change. That was a lot. They weren't all werewolves either, probably a lion shifter in the mix and a tiger too, if he wasn't wrong. There would be blood tonight, and much of it would be his. But if they thought that was enough to take him down, they had no idea what Evan was truly capable of. He would remind them all that Alpha Evan had conquered every territory and pack almost five hundred kilometers to the north, south, west. He was a conqueror, a warlord, not some pampered Alpha only in name. They would learn how he had done all he ha