The Warlord's Lovely Prize Novels & Stories

I can't help but fear for the mortal, even though the dear Goddess will not abandon him, his body is not used to this kind of combat. A few minutes later, the battle warden entered through a door and stood in the center, bowing to the kings and queens who were present. "Greetings to the cherished and respected queens and kings of the various kingdoms; we will now witness a private tournament to win the hand of the adored princess Vreihya Amely Zecillion!" the warden's loud droning signaled the start of the duel, which increased my uneasiness.

“Yes...you were most definitely worth the trouble. A fitting trophy of war” “You will have to kill me first. I will not be taken like a common whore as the spoils of battle!” I gasped as his hand tightened around my neck. The wolf in me surged forward and used all my strength to take out his legs with a scorpion kick behind both knees. He grunted in surprise and I used the opportunity to reverse our positions, flipping him on his back and straddling him with both of my hands wrapped around his throat.

He hated being tortured by the king, but he let him have the pleasure. "Do you still remember my Hy?" "The warrior who was murdered by the novice from Tulga?" "Quite right, that one." Lata remembered very well how they had managed to capture the Hy warrior. He ran into four Askharic scouts at the snow-covered pass, quite by accident. Of course, the scouts had recognized the incredible importance of their catch and immediately started their way back. Every child in Askhar knew that a wildly imprisoned hy was a highly valued commodity among the nobles, and that the people of exaltation loved to adorn themselves with them as with precious jewels. And whoever succeeded in taming a warrior of thi

In Actuality, One of Aeternum Army duty in this war, is clearly this, ensuring that the order and the safety of the Hallerusia City and also the well being of the ally forces. It was already being discussed in the War Meeting previously, Where the president has stressed about the attitudes regarding the incident inside the war. To all the ally, a matter regarding the attitudes, of looting the losers, or doing whatever they want on the one that were losing, is something that is natural, and it was even considered one of the privileges of the winning sides. On this fact, Alphonse Gilbert, Crown Prince Amariss, Count Kabronel, Duke Merrica and even Grand Magus Soo Kwan Hon, agreed in the right

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

"It made me shine like a star. The warlord took one of the strands of my long, dark hair on his fingers and curled it gently. The sparkle in his eyes left me in ruins. He never seemed so human as at that moment, contemplating me as his favorite work of art. "My queen and star negrå," he said, depositing a long kiss on my mouth.

The prince held his gaze further, like he was daring him to speak now. “Prepare the warriors.” The words were final. The warlord didn’t respond this time. So Prince added— “Or I will find someone who will.” That landed hard. It was a fine line drawn… The room fell completely silent after that. No one argued again or pushed further. The prince stood slowly. “We will move soon,” he said. And with that— He turned and walked out. Mooncrest was soft and calm as ever.. A warm ray of sunlight poured through, the lands were quiet and peaceful.

Kabir said in an overly excited tone. "What dude, seriously?" Another voice chimed in. "Yeah, dude. Sometimes I think she is in love with our tiger." At this comment, she furiously turned around and found five boys along with smirking Abraham and Kabir. She glared at them heatedly. "Oh, here she is!" Kabir posed as though he were surprised at seeing her. He stepped forward and threw a smug smile her way. "Missy! Today is a party regarding this victory and you'll be our guest of honor!" Kabir said winking

"So, what's the blockade strategy, Master?" "Don't let the enemy troops get in front of the fortress. It's like what your father did. He didn't want the enemy to set foot in front of the village gate. That's a good blockade strategy." After giving a lecture on how to be a warlord, Hudde then taught Brockley how to be a true King. This was because the written rule was that a King of Glory must also be a Warlord. Avraam made that decision for obvious reasons. "Brockley, do you know what that reason is?"