Novel & Cerita The King Of The Battlefield

Dyron spread his arms in his usual fashion, basking in their anger, their rage, their taste for Ecanus blood. “Joyous day!” the King said sweetly, smiling maliciously as his men’s war cries intoxicated him, “Oh joyous day, my son, Prince Colter Havocc will also serve as one of the field commanders for this battle.” He turned to look at the prince who simply waved his hand in acknowledgement, also being thrilled by the violent cheers of these creatures.

*** Nadine The battlefield had descended into a bewildering calm. With Charles's death, and Victor's head gruesomely displayed by Nicholas in the warzone's heart, adding a piercing cry declared Ferdinand's death. Both sides were engulfed in total confusion, struggling to discern reality from deception, unsure of their next move. The Dark King's soldiers, having executed precise sniping and assassinations, had targeted the hardcore generals from both sides. Those who survived were primarily opportunists, riding the current wave of change. Now, this wave was shifting allegiance towards Prince Nicholas, the rightful heir to the Royal Kingdom.

he added. "I can tell," Holland nodded mockingly. "You are so strong that you are hiding behind your subordinates. In my opinion, strong people lead the battle, not hide at the rear. You look like a coward right now—it's amusing," he added while pointing at the subordinates standing protectively in front of their master. King scoffed but remained standing behind his subordinates. "I'm no coward! It's their responsibility to charge into battle head first. That is what they are created for—to fight every unnecessary battle for me." King laughed maniacally, with his hands spread out.

He ran at an immense speed to reach the training field in seconds; his warriors were already in front of him, aligned accordingly. Fit women and big and bulky men demanded attention, as some of them carried battle scars and pride while serving the kingdom. Their king stood tall and shirtless, with his beta and gamma already behind him, looking stern.

"My name is Beta Jax Clyde. I am the King's right hand." "It's nice to meet you, sir," she said as she finally dragged her eyes up, in awe of his beauty as well. While she had been distracted by the King as soon as she walked in, the Beta blocking her view of him forced her to take in how attractive he is. She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand, though no longer shaking it, until the King let out a soft growl. Beta Jax cleared his throat, turning to gesture to the man, who was now sitting rigid in his chair. "This is the Lycan King, Alpha Kenzo."

“This was always the plan. We knew they’d attack.” “You knew?” Grimm asks. When Raphael lets me go and turns to him to clarify, there’s a sudden scream that shakes us all to our core. The King… our King. He stands on the battlefield, wounded and surrounded by so many of the enemy. One in particular stands out. A man in human form wearing golden armor. “Kill him,” the man says, stepping back and letting his men do the job. “No!” Raphael takes a few steps but stops, knowing he isn’t going to get to him in time.

We kept fighting because there was no choice but slowly the battlefield turned against us. I was exhausted and so were the soldiers. Our soldiers were beginning to fall back. The enemy sensed weakness, they pushed harder. A commander appeared near the center of the battlefield, a massive warrior clad in black armor. His presence alone changed everything. Everywhere he went our soldiers died and my heart sank because he was heading straight for us. “Sasha let’s retreat” I told her “We have to destroy the third kingdom, even if it kills us” she said I thought of Elliot my brother and my mate Eric and sighed

Whenever his sword slashes through a being, hell kissed them straightaway. Oh, what a mighty King, courageous at his art. With his chest bared to enemies, showing his fearless heart, he paraded in the battlefield as if this is what he has done since he was a newborn. His prowess scared the strongest warriors that dared to jump in front of the tip of the bloody sword. His horse neighs like a demon sending a few minds in frenzy. They mistook him as just a man when in reality, he was a one-man army.

One of the head warriors had then stood up and said a prayer for the whole pack and all of them that would march out to the battlefield. The king sat down for a few more minutes, nothing said, just staring around at his people and somehow I could not read him but he was not okay, I could see that. He was never okay. My hand slipped on his thigh, giving it a brush then moved until I found his hand, taking it in mine and feeling his fingers lace through.

But that was enough to lift Hector's spirits; he put his hand over his heart, feeling it flutter, and stood more firmly on his feet. "So," said the King. "I present the men who will give us a sight we don't see often. To make the competition fair, everyone will cast the same log. Please bring the log." cried the King, raising his voice. The quests turned their heads in the direction King did to watch the log enter the venue. They didn't have to wait long; first, a husky man came into view holding one end of the log, and when the log ended, the second man came into view, keeping the log from the other end.