The Warlord Chronicles Novels & Stories

“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.”

Because there were so many, they could quickly turn on us, up here. But when that time came she laid out for them and let them ravish her holes and cradle her hands as a vessel for them to prod into. She pleased them with every part of her sensuous body. Like she was made for it. Which, I supposed, she was. *** The next morning came, and Warlord was fine tuning a plan to get us out of the castle. He was perusing the great halls. Counting the knights and taking stock of everything that would prove an obstacle.

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

It was him. A storm wearing his skin. A wound in the world, bleeding light that wasn’t light at all. And the worst part—the part that made my breath stick in my throat— Was that he looked calm. Not cold. Not cruel. Just calm. Like everything burning around him was exactly the way it was supposed to be. The Warlord rose out of the crater Kael had driven him into, molten blood dripping from cracks in his obsidian armor. And he was smiling. “Better,” he rumbled, shaking dust from his bone crown. “So much better.”

Alexander chuckled. Back then, during the incessant wars, all four Dukes of War—Green Dragon, White Tiger, Maxine, and Juno—did their best to cultivate to the Martial Overlord level despite their exhaustion from the wars. After peace was restored to Wyverna, the four Dukes of War and the 108 Barons of War cultivated even more diligently. Green Dragon was the first to break through to Lord of War before traveling to Cherisha.

“You look worried.” “They’re talking about my brother.” “Being a Warlord for King Detry?” Vanquish’s tone hardened. “I know that name. Surely he’s not!” “Why?” “Because Warlord is the one that first came to our village and ripped it apart, slaughtering enough of our wolves that when the mages came the next day, we had no defense...Then the pack plagues. But it all started with Warlord...” Oh, no.

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

he assured. He left, not wanting to talk about the matter. On the full moon, Jared already took his position and I was forced to sneak out, going to the place I had asked Jared to prepare. The thing is, I had asked Jared to prepare and train my personal army. They think I don't have royal men in the palace but the truth is, I have fourteen thousand loyal soldiers waiting for a command. I had asked Jared to send them the command and slowly they began showing up, night by night, it started with a hundred, grew with a hundred and fifty and soon it grew to a thousand men as they all answered the command.

The distinction between a warlock and a poison witch doctor was that a warlock practiced a specific type of sorcery called black magic that originated in Southeast Asia. Black magic was a hybrid of witchcraft and curses designed to retaliate against specific people. Smack! "Damn it!" Chancellor Snyder slapped the table, frustrated. His entire body erupted in golden light, and behind his head appeared a crown-like halo that resembled the sun. That happened in a flash, but it reminded Chad of who the chancellor really was—Micah Snyder. Chad had learned that name from Grayson. Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky.

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.