Novel & Cerita The King Of The Battlefield

He was no slouch in terms of fighting but he wasn't a veteran either. Still, he was a professional and once he was out, he immediately began igniting the mood. "Incredible!!! Unbelievable!!! MAGNIFICENT!!! In a bold display of power and charisma, our crown prince decided to do something never done since the creation of our beautiful kingdom!! What will the result be!!? No matter what, it promises to be something we will never forget!!!!"

he whispered silently. Xrysos eyes met with those of Anderios who has Evander standing beside him. Dylan and Aron stood side by side. Linus and Kairos stood with Roman and Dominic. The king smiled at the men that would give their lives to protect him. He had long sent his warriors into battle and now he is going in with his faithful friends and family. "For the Gates!" the king yelled out to them. "For the Gates!" they roared. ********* Days flew by fast as the battle continued and the Queen was losing her patients although her cousin had promised that this time would be different.

The smiled at each other at the compliment and he saw a few pat their friends on the backs. "I know that I have done nothing deserving of the throne but today you have all shown me what it takes to be a true King and I promise that for as long as I live, none of you will ever have to suffer under tyrannous rule again. We might have won this battle now but the enemy is still at large. Now who's ready to win this war and send the bloody tyrants to hell!" He yelled earning answering cries of assent from the men. Even though he couldn't stand much less fight, he felt like one of them in that moment. The thrill of battle set his body on edge and eased the pain he felt. In that moment he didn't fe

Brett said. "What did you say?" Amy assumed she didn't hear what he said well. "As a king, it's my duty to lead my soldiers to battle but I don't have any fighting skill, I've always been into office work all my life. If I lead the soldiers into the world war going on, I'll loose brutally so Broderick came my aid. Afterall, I'm only here as a king at his command," Brett said.

Gold fought in his eyes and lost a quarter of the field. I went down with him. Battlefield. That was the word for a courtyard that had been a rite and a throne approach and a place we had driven three waves from. Now it was only the ground under a king who could not stand. Hollywood wide. Soldiers frozen. Skimmers hanging. Kirill’s iron hanging. The chant on the ridge did not pause for the picture. “Look at me.” I caught his face. Stubble and blood and the almost of every room. “Vaelin. Here.”

King Ecbert had been preparing for their return all these years, marshalling his army led by his son Athelwulf to attack the Vikings' camp that the scouts had detected the previous day, catching the Vikings off guard. Little did he know. Mayhem erupted as the forces clashed, battle cries filling the air. Sophie stood frozen at the entrance of her tent, watching her people falling off their horses as the Vikings' blades struck them. She was yanked out of her shock when someone grabbed her arm, pulling her along. With one last glance at the battle behind her, Sophie focused on the blonde woman pulling her towards the woods, where other Vikings were hiding. Everyone capable of fighting was on t

"I promise." I turned and walked away. --- The Battlefield The battlefield was a valley. Wide. Open. Green. Now stained with blood. I stood at the front. Kael beside me. My father on my other side. The packs behind us. And across the valley, the darkness. Malachar's army. Thousands of rogues. Dark wolves. Creatures of shadow and hate. And at the front, a man. Tall. Dark. His eyes were black. Empty. Cold. Malachar.

We stood in silence for another twenty minutes until Logan stepped in front of us all and blew his whistle. A moment later, Quinn stepped onto the platform. I had never seen the King in his full battle armor before, and he was truly something terrifying to behold. The dark steel plates were etched with ancient pack runes, fitting his massive frame perfectly. He looked impossibly dangerous—a male built for war. His long white hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, making his features look even more masculine and harsh. He looked out over his army, his voice booming across the silent field without the need for a megaphone.

The last sixty plus years of my life has been spent achieving greatness. As a young man I was a soldier and fought for my country, when the fighting was done I returned home, to take the place of my father as the head of the family business. I had been raised to lead and trained to succeed. For forty years I was the head of my family and those were forty of the best years the family ever had. Alliances were forged and enemies were crushed underfoot, anyone who betrayed me lived to regret their mistake. When the time went to go to war I was merciless; those I wanted dead were never seen again and those I protected never knew suffering.

a young child of about ten years old asked. “That might be the case,” his mother answered, not wanting to take her eyes off from the field. King Ude got to the field and removed his royal regalia to showcase his fighting garments. He was really going into a battle with Gray. Gray, Yasike, Esther, and Monike knew why but they hadn’t thought it would get to that point. “Let the battle begin,” the king said. He had been a great warrior from his childhood. He had fought against the invasion of their kingdom, and the older generation knew this fight would be a disaster and that there was a personal motive to it.