Novel & Cerita The Warlord Chronicles

"How about this?" Lei Bao and Winsome Widow both were stunned beyond speech. "Is he going to fight Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu at the same time with his bare hands?!" Yet, War Tiger's eyes burned with excitement and anticipation. "After more than ten years, I could finally see him in action again. What heights has he reached now?" Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu traded furtive glances, both looking similarly insulted. No matter how they looked, challenging two Human Kings, especially when one of them had a Sacred Relic, seemed nothing more than suicide to them.

“Riven, listen to me—” Riven covered Luca’s hand with his own. “If I walk away, it finds someone else.” Wolf stiffened. “That’s not your responsibility.” Riven met his gaze. “It is if I’m the only one who can survive it.” He turned back to the throne. And sat. The moment his skin touched stone, the world shattered. THE CROWN’S MEMORY He was everyone. A warlord crowned in blood. A judge who erased districts. A queen who fed rebels to the streets.

"Mother, what are you talking about? Prince Zhao said the High Council of Dragon Lords sent their grand fleet." "Zhao is a child playing at war," Evelyn said, her voice dropping into a hollow, solemn tone. She pressed her palm against the starlight-iron vault. A pulse of white-gold frost-fire flared from her hand, unlocking the ancient seal with a heavy, metallic hiss. "The High Council does not lead the Grand Armada. The fleet is commanded by the Supreme Warlord of the Eastern Realm—the first Dragon-Wolf who ever ascended into the celestial troposphere."

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” Every single one of them was a well-known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could determine one’s life and death. After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table. “This man here is the Wolf King.” What?! The W-Wolf King? Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops? Kapow!

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

One day the fire-drakes appeared from the distant land of Meswuoya. With these events, the War of Dragons began. Dragon against dragon, dragonlord against dragonlord, brother against brother. The land was in chaos. However, one of the dragon commanders changed sides. With the help of the dragons, the War of the Dragons ended. Put down your sword, Riafinn! We need to talk. Y…You k…You know my name? Yes, I know everything about you. Darkness send by the wizard Hemoct touched the world.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again. “You don’t need to Alpha. I’m sure the wizards are unaware of Lucien’s action. I heard everything. It was planned amongst only two wizards in whom one of them was a sacrifice to make the other stronger. Don’t cause any sort of war against them or you’ll regret it; I assure you.” Adolphus said with such authority that would make one wonder who was the Alpha between both of them. “Very well then” The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking.

Fire Kingdom Commander Jefferson’s Manor Sir Jefferson Reynolds, also known as Commander of the Fire King's elite warriors, was the king’s most trusted ally and had organised a banquet at his manor. It was the exact and adequate thing to do, given that a couple of well-connected alchemist officials of the kingdom had managed to secure him a favourable post-war political position in the kingdom's politics. Unknown to the lords and noble aristocrats, winning the wars has been possible because of the mighty commander's intervention. However, the previous war between werewolves, faeries, and alchemists has been going on for ages, and a treaty has ended because of the expansion of Fire Kingdom wa