These Are The Plunderers 소설 & 이야기

As expected, the red fairies retreated to their camp. In a distant jungle, three towns away from the blue crystal wolves clan, a man named Tiger was planning a meeting. The goal was to acquire a highly powerful magical amulet from the blue crystal wolves clan. Their intention was to use the amulet's magic to enhance their own powers, aspiring to rule both the wolves clans and the human world. Who are these individuals? Tiger and his group were known as the Night Crawlers. Despite being able to move around during the day, they were pure-blooded vampires with a strong disdain for humans. They didn't hesitate to kill anyone who opposed them.

I knew at that moment that whatever was about to be revealed was not going to be something good. The girl only said one thing more as we moved through the looming darkness, her voice like a mere whisper in the wind, "There are two honors, commonly known as houses here in Rozbite Lustro Institution— the Wanderlusters, and Stonemaskers. For the Wanderlusters, these are wanderers whose souls are a countless tales of broken homes, with their dark pasts casted upon shadows, living only for the moment, beyond fragile things. To keep it simple, these are the teens who wander the world, searching for a place they can call home. For them, home is always a place they've never been, or a place they've

"Do you have any idea what you're sitting on? If word gets out that the Silverwood heir is alive, every faction with any interest in ancient power will converge on your territory. You'll have a war on your hands." "We already do. That's why I called this meeting." I gestured to David, who pulled out a map and spread it on the ground. "Two separate enemy factions are coming onto my territory as we speak. The first, a group called the Seekers, are mercenaries who hunt Vessels to exploit their power. If everything goes according to plan, they'll arrive within forty-eight hours." "Vessels?" Sarah moved closer to examine the map. "What does that mean?"

I offered. “That’s the best case scenario but by the looks of it, these people have completely disappeared into thin air the night of the attack. It was as if they were abducted by the very perpetrators who have done this,” Quinn explained. “Rogues wouldn’t bother abducting their victims because they’re only after the resources. They’re basically land pirates. Whoever was behind this attack has a plan… and that is the scariest part because it only means that another horrible thing is bound to happen again.” “Goddess!” Emily exclaimed.

We were running so stealthily, almost flying, really, and barely touching the ground. “We have company,” Ares’ wolf growls. I nod. And slowly but surely, the ripples grow bigger and bigger and all too soon, I hear the sound of an army of wolves charging our way. The wind blows, carrying a foul stench our way and a sniff in the air immediately tells me who they are. The Shadow Prowlers. They are assassin rogues who eat their young and kill for money. Why are they here? “Something’s not right,” I tell Ares. “Stand by for attack.”

Not when the pack needed me. “Who?” I asked, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at the edges of my mind. “The ones who will stop at nothing to take you down,” he said, his gaze locked on the horizon, where dark shapes began to emerge from the trees. “The rogues. They’ve been waiting for this moment.” Rogues. The word sent a chill through me. They were outcasts, wolves who had been cast aside, abandoned by their packs, or gone rogue for reasons I couldn’t even begin to understand. But one thing was clear: they would stop at nothing to claim my power.

Vic tried to kill him, and he nearly killed Vic himself! “A werewolf can't have friends,” Yarsi whispered like a spell, but how desperately he didn't want to believe it. This is not the end. Mercenaries never leave an order unfinished. They will attack again, but now not openly, and if they fail again, they will repeat their attempt. And then again and again, until they achieve their goal. Peace is too much of a luxury for you….

A pack of males—strangers, not from the Academy—were trailing me with predatory intent. I broke into a run, my instincts screaming of a coming storm. They mirrored my pace instantly. Within seconds, a massive hand clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry for help, while another arm locked around my waist like a vice. Help me! Someone, please! "The moons have blessed us today," one of them rasped, stepping into my line of sight. He traced a dirty finger down my cheek, his scent a foul cocktail of cheap ale and stale tobacco. I thrashed against them, my heart hammering like a trapped bird. These weren't students; they were "Drifters"—lawless wolves who lived on the fringes of the territories. Th

As he continued watching, Caspian discovered another rule that caused his eyes to light up! There was a piece of information written on the bulletin board, which roughly meant that the immortal land had just been reshuffled. The City Lord of Ancient Plum City recruited cultivators to explore various ruins. As long as they could complete the task, not only would they whitewash their identity, but they would also receive a generous reward! "Wow, is it really that good? Is it true? Are they fishing!" Some cultivators, who obviously had no legal identity, were confused and said.

The seal was foreign, but the words were clear. The Ironclaw Pack stands with Shadowfang. Together, we will break your walls if you do not surrender the girl. I frowned. "Surrender." They must think I am weak or desperate to do their bidding. But they are wrong, and I will show them. Another messenger came in some minutes after. He smelled of smoke and iron, and his words were worse than the first messenger's. "Hunters," he said. "They are moving from the south, armed. Not just strays but as an organised group."