The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

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.

Present were Lunas from powerful packs and spouses of royal officials. Oil painting appreciation was a rarefied social activity, and this chance excited them. Priscilla thought she'd finally shine, but discerning guests knew Adelaide, though uninvited, stole the spotlight. Her grace and generosity—sending gifts despite being spurned—were remarkable. Among the paintings were two plum-themed works and a war-aftermath scene. It depicted wolf soldiers at a city gate, their armor coated in wolfsbane frost. The battlefield aura made lower-rank wolves' neck hairs bristle.

She towered over me, but I didn’t flinch. “Don’t try and play nice with me, I know what you’re doing.” She snarled. “Excuse me?” I said, my face a cool, stony mask, but inside my stomach clenched. This woman looked unhinged. “Just because you’re some new, pretty warrior, don’t get any ideas about being anything more than that with Killian. He’s mine.” Priscilla’s eyes were wide and manic, the green of her irises almost toxically bright.

She looked up, didn't look surprised—like she'd been expecting me—and went back to staring at the photo on her screen. "You came." "I said I would." "You also said you'd explain." I reached across the table and turned her phone toward me. The letter was blurry in places where her camera had struggled with the faded ink, but the words were clear enough. G. Vale. Debt of blood. Departure. The formal language was like a punch to the gut. "Greyson Vale," I said, forcing the name out. "Former alpha of the Silverwood Pack." Emma's pen stopped clicking. "Former?"

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

"Has the specific prize person I carefully arranged for his bedroom been sent over to the upper floors yet?" "My stone just received the signal that the target is currently standing down at the fortress inn entrance." "Are your paws absolutely sure this bedroom arrangement will be okay for our business? There have been other foolish lords with the exact same flesh gift ideas before, only to have Warlord David scream his alpha head off at their faces and throw them out into the snow..." "Do not let your tail shake over the danger, my friend. This time around, the desperate head of the Vinqlo Group has offered my hands his own beautiful son to secure the contract."

Ivandor repeated as he had told him before. "You haven't really kissed that much girls though. Just Lila, Farren, Grace and Ulani. And I'm very sure you said it was the best kiss of your life when you kissed them too." "Did I? Well, you know what? This particular one supersedes all like a ratio of 2 to 100. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in all my years of living. She has long blonde straight hair, her skin is as smooth as silk, like that of a new born baby's, her cheeks are rosy pink and she has light freckles on her pointed nose. Her voice is soft as summer rain, her eyes are the bluest I've ever seen, she like a freaking doll. Her touch gave me chills , it made the hair o

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Who would have thought my first mate would reject me, who would have thought that he would end up killing my parents? "No! There's only one alpha here and that's me!" He spat out and stared at me dangerously with those dark blue eyes. "Then you need to remove the buds blocking your ears and the clot blinding your vision. You're no match for me, wicked handsome Prince." I told him and he scoffed. I wouldn't deny for a fact that he remains the most beautiful man I've ever set my eyes on, the one who got me distracted and swooned only to end up being massacred.