The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

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.

Right now, in the view of the city, everyone could see the projection of the Emperor. Although the projection is as tall as 50 meters, in reality, the Young Emperor has a robust physique marking as high as 2 meters. His eyes looked vibrant, as if carved out of jewels and his jet-black hair glimmered. His powerful voice traveled through the entirety of his city. The City was hosting multiple grand figures: All of them related to this war. "Once again, the treasures of Spirit Beasts incited our greed. But not anymore! The conclusion of the war is reached. This war for the Treasure of Bloody Rivers ends today! The cause of this war— A rare spirit bone, shall be handed to the Silvers Kingdom Roy

No wonder Kaan hates them and Azura won't come downstairs unless she knows they are gone. "You're threatening me..." I breathe. Allira stands, smoothing her hands down her dress. "Kaan is a handsome man, and there are no shortage of woman wanting to marry him. However, none have such an excellent noble background." I'm from a line of Alpha's and Luna's. I'm as good as they may ever get. "It's your decision of course. You can stay here and marry our son, or you can return to a man waiting for you, who we hear, is not the most gentle of lovers," Cyrus adds, raising his dark brows.

"Who recorded the last hit? Leave the reward to me. The order will help distribute them according to the list!" "Not me!" "Not me!" The All Star Fighters were confused. No one had recorded a last hit, and the grand prize, the ATK-enhancing gloves, had disappeared into thin air. Until the war event was over, all the All Star members were still wondering. Where did Envy's prize glove go? If someone cheated and stole a chance at Envy's slot, why was he nowhere to be seen? ++++ In one hidden place, Li Wei ran with his chest pounding. He held the pouch on his waist tightly, holding two artifacts rewarded by the two monsters in this Resource War: The Necklace and the Glove.

To a barbarian sect that for hundreds of years fought with fang and claw, this was the gift of a war god! "You cannot trust the tongue of this European devil, Kord!" shouted the Emperor, his porcelain mask shaking with pure absolute fury. "They will make your wolves into corporate lapdogs! This gold is pure and unconditional!" Chloe laughed elegantly, folding her arms. "I have only one condition, pure Lord Kord. Hand over the head of this porcelain masked man to me, and all these military toys and their satellite command codes belong to your clan forever."

The witch resurrected back the warlord through a passage door that was suddenly brought out from the magical mirror Lucy had stolen from her lover, Queen sekina. The skull and the heart joined together and the warlord appeared from a dark mist which had suddenly covered everywhere. He stood up naked from the circle with a staff in his hand and a crown on his head. He was clad in a long brown animal skin attire, covering his nude area just with a hand he stretched out .

Kim touched her cheek and asked curiously. The Warlord takes his gaze back, ignores her and heads straight down the stairs. Seeing the indifferent figure of the man, Si yie seems to smell the air of freedom. Before her previous life in prison, Warlord was watching her very closely. This man was arrogant and haughty. Every time he looked at her with sharp eyes, she felt like she was on pins and needles. So indifferent to her and indifferent attitude of the war machine owl, really beautiful!

His braids fell forward, brushing her flushed cheeks. Gorak leaned close, voice a low growl meant only for her. “You fight like a demon, little sun. Best I’ve seen from a human. But you didn’t touch my horn.” He rose in one fluid motion, hauling her up by one arm until she stood trembling but unbroken before him. Gorak turned to his court, voice booming. “The princess fought well and lost. By right of conquest, she is mine. My spoil of war.” Then, quieter, so only she heard, his tusked mouth brushed her ear.

His helm was a crown of jagged iron, his cloak woven from shadows themselves. Varrow. The warlord raised one hand, and the entire battlefield seemed to bow. His voice carried across the ruins like thunder made flesh. “Killian.” The First laughed in Killian’s skull, triumphant. “At last.”

will tell you that this your own is the affordable one, where ever you came from, am sure you can keep your swords for now, except when drew for drill sake, am sure this place, I mean this forest is not luxurious enough for such a beautiful men, I can give a better one if you won't mind, my friend, maybe at palace you can tell me the tell able things about yourself and where you came from." The warlord looked back at his men, he sensed danger, but he knew they had lived in more dangerous situation, he also looked at the old angry general, then stood up, before he gave his brief answer, " OK " and left and as he moved away he still looked back at the King and repeated " OK " the king joined