The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

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.

At our recent victory over the Elanor kingdom, I am holding a celebration in respect for my warriors who took the forefront to attain my heart desires. Thus, I hold a festival of food, drinking, and dancing. From the core parts of the city, I invite dancers and whores to consecrate the celebration. If any of my warriors are lucky, I allow them choose any woman they desire from my harem. Servants circulate, offering goblets of wine and trays of exotic fruits and delicacies imported from all corners of the empire.

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.

His limbs twisted, paws forming where hands had been. The transformation was violent, every shift looking like it tore him apart. Sweat—or maybe blood—glistened on his fur as it covered him completely. Finally, he stood on all fours, a massive wolf with sleek black fur and those same piercing gray eyes. He panted, steam rising from his muzzle in the cool night air. I couldn't breathe. Terror mixed with awe, rooting me to the spot. This was Lucas. A werewolf. And if he was telling the truth about that... what about me? The bond?

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.