The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

All traces of the warrior had disappeared, and in the shining surface only a beautiful lady looked back at him. Thus completely disguised, he set out for the enemy’s camp alone. In the folds of his silk gown, next his strong heart, was hidden a sharp dagger. The two chiefs Kumaso and Takeru wore sitting in their tent, resting in the cool of the evening, when the Prince approached. They were talking of the news which had recently been carried to them, that the King’s son had entered their country with a large army determined to exterminate their band. They had both heard of the young warrior’s renown, and for the first time in their wicked lives they felt afraid. In a pause in their talk they

Now, every step she took felt like a deliberate crush against the pride of the people who had looked down on her. Alpha Kaelen didn't wait for her at the top. With a slow, deliberate grace that commanded the attention of every warrior in the room, the Northern Warlord descended the top three steps to meet her halfway. The massive, dark wolf-head crest pinned to his lapel glinted. He reached out a broad, leather-gloved hand, his long fingers closing firmly around hers. The contrast was striking the delicate, lethal princess and the towering, scarred Alpha of the moon shadow pack.

The head guard answered smoothly with his lips curling up in an evil grin. “Well, then I shouldn’t keep you from delivering them.” Elias chuckled as he caught the pun; the head of the warrior princess that was bobbing in the wagon was of course a big giveaway! “You might be able to catch up with those returning if you hurry so that they can take the trophy of their spoils of war with them.” Humphrey added with a smug smirk.

The Warlord knelt down over Jelana, sucking on each of the girl's lusciously curved breasts before stroking the side of her face with one battle-scarred hand as he stared into her wide, innocent eyes. "Your honor ceased to matter the moment we rode into your pathetic excuse for a village, the moment you became property of the Warlord's horde, little cunt. Enjoy the sensations my warrior is giving you while you can. When my men are finished with you, then you will suffer the same fate as the rest..." He let his words trail off, delighting at the fresh infusion of fear that played across the gorgeous girl's face.

I needed a little more time to burst free from this rope and get out of this room. “This one should do too, she has such fierce eyes. She must be very beauty and her black hair too, I say he will like her.” Blaise said, and Ryker nodded. “Take her away.” Ryker said and the guards dragged the wolf out of the room. “That’s two out of five ladies, what about this one?” Blaise said and pointed to the lady next to me. “She is pretty endowed around the chest area. I am sure he will like her. I heard he is a party man, he likes them big. Alright take her.” Ryker said and the guards dragged her out of the room.

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.”

The lords wondered prince Jion’s words…these two fierce ladies, in animal skin, holding such dangerous artilleries with them…did actually earn the royal prince compliment? Lovely? These two are lovely? Which part?; Because obviously they did not see it from the two of them neither to the very princess herself. No offense. Yet, being raised in eloquence, fighting skills and even educated in various ways to determine which thing belongs to loveliness and which thing does not, these two lords settled on conclusion that the prince was still suffering from a little concussion. He was wrong to judge these ladies to be lovely that even rubies and any jewels can’t be compared to them.

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.