The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

His arm stayed firm across my back, holding me close in a stance of absolute territorial claim that silenced the capital prisoners instantly. “Commanders of the Grand Tribunal,” Lawrence’s voice rolled over the yard like military thunder, cutting through the northern wind. “Your warlord lies beheaded on my battlements. Your legions were held back by my Empress’s shield. You have one chance to surrender your standards—or my wolves will use your bones to lay the new wall’s foundations.”

Purple light exploded from her chest, forming a wall between Damian and the Warlord’s claws. The claws hit the wall and shattered. Bone splinters flying. The Warlord stared. “Impossible. No queen can—” Luna grabbed his throat. Not with hands. With power. Silver vines wrapped his throat. Red thorns pierced his skin. And in between, purple light poured into him, showing him every memory of every wolf he’d killed, every slave he’d chained. He collapsed, weeping. “Forgive me, Majesty.” “Yield,” Luna said again.

Chapter 2: The Enemy Camp Raid King Torvald moved like a shadow through the enemy camp under the cover of night, his dark cloak blending with the trees as his small elite strike team slipped between tents. The rival warlord’s forces slept soundly after a day of drinking and boasting, but Torvald’s focus was razor-sharp on one target: the warlord’s legendary lieutenant, a towering brute said to possess the largest cock in the northern territories. Torvald’s own thick length was already half-hard inside his breeches at the mere thought. The king had sacked villages, claimed warriors, and built his reputation on taking what he wanted and tonight, he wanted the biggest prize yet.

"Hold your head up and smile, you coward" Arfaat growled at Juwairiyyah as they walked through the steps that led to Sophie's imposing home where their wedding traditional party would take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly and that made her gasped. She felt like jerking away and fleeing back; down the steps to their parked car. There was a long line of cars parked outside Sophie's home, It was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abba's daughter to a poor mechanic.

“Take your green and go.” The warlock bowed as the prince stirred, pushing himself up, “Where?” The warlock turned and waved his hand. “Sominatosa minotaurus!” The prince collapsed back to the sand. The warlock smirked as the Master-of-arms scowled, “How much is that going to cost?”

I introduce. For once, I wish he wouldn't have worn black, and wouldn't look so intimidating and out of place. I swear, there must be something magical going on, because his eyes are a brighter shade of silver than ever before. "You're the Immortal Prince," Alexander marvels, sounding breathless. Hale's nose scrunches up. "People still call me that?" "You can go, by the way. Everything is okay here," I assure him, gently pushing his shoulder, hoping he will get the hint and let me resume the date.

A MAN ALSO CRIES (WARRIOR BOY) A man also cries Brunette girl I also want colour Soft words Needs affection Needs tenderness needs a hug His own candour Warriors are people So strong, so fragile Warriors are boys Deep inside They need a break. They need a backwater. They need sleep. That would make them redone It's sad to see my man. Boy warrior With the bar of its time Over his shoulders I see he screams. I see he bleeds The pain that comes in the chest For love and love ...

I ordered the warriors standing inside of our tent. Tavi's neck snapped toward me in confusion, but soon nodded her head in understanding. "Start talking," I said staring at our traitorous prisoner who sat on his ass after I kicked him in the chest. "I'm not telling you cunts anything!" He gurgled through the spilled blood in his mouth. "Oh, but you will when you hear what we're offering," I pretended to bargain. "You can't offer me anything that's worth my life," the prisoner spat. "We sent our warriors away just to give you a sweet deal," Tavi chimed in. "Fuck off, Princess! You only have one thing I want and it ain't your words, darling," the prisoner lustfully said before both me and Tav

He cradled his right hand to his chest and winced. Prince Rhobart put the point of the blunt sword at the base of Galian’s neck, smirked, and said in a loud tone, “I win.” Then he threw the sword to the ground, turned around, and left the tournament. “The prince of Nordmar, prince Rhobart is the winner,” her father announced in a grim voice. Ayla put Kerra on the ground and bolted after prince Rhobart. “Prince Rho! Wait!” she yelled as she ran. Kerra rushed after her. “Prince Rho!” she yelled once more.

Whether the princess wants it or not, she must follow the order that the handsome pirate wants on his island. The Chief Warrior can't steps straight on his feet. He is now with Pong whose outward behavior color is red and white. The Chief Warrior received a hundred lashes all over his body. Believe it or not but this is the only time that happened to the Warlord in his entire life. And that's just because of a woman that their master favored more than him who had been the servant of their Biss Randell's for a long time as his companion in sailing on the ship.