Novel & Cerita The King Of The Battlefield

word, but yet the opportunity came for you to die. When I came to you with legions, you rather defended your lives and killed my people, instead of you dying, according to your belief," he looked at the king, and said, " You know what I think? I think you're all not knowing what you're saying, what you can't prove," uhn, the king made a well relaxed seating, " you free to think that way, my friend, you expected us to die were we stand without any effort, if we die without defending our lifes, it means we have committed suicide, as much as we love the taste of death, it must be taking by more stronger opponent, that is when we die an honorable death, " OK i see, then wage war against the que

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.

Dante being my number two and good fighter would naturally come with me. "They will only allow two wolves in and the king has taken personal offence." I rolled my eyes "He wants the works. The king has been itching for a battle to prove his power for a while." "Will it come to that?" Dante asked, sitting up properly and looking concerned. The Kingdom had not known battle for a long time, other than a few rouge fights here and there. The rouges refused to be under anyone's rule and were largely disorganised, making for short and easy battles. The official werewolf packs had all fallen into line under the King decades ago. Getting to a battle with a proper pack meant war. Everyone would