These Are The Plunderers Novels & Stories

"Mira." Mira nodded once. She had not stopped doing her calculations from the looks of it n "And what are two friendly, completely harmless people doing in a collapsed ruin under a mountain?" Aurelia said, from beside me. Kai pointed at her. "Good question. Honest answer…" he spread his hands, "we're scavengers, more or less treasure hunters if you like to call us that or if you want the more dignified version. These old places have things in them worth finding. We find them, we sell them, we eat. Simple business." His eyes moved between us. "Less simple question is what two wolves are doing down here. These ruins aren't exactly on the standard travel route."

But he grabbed my chin, holding me still, his thumb brushing over my lips. “Evelyn,” his voice was raspy. I said nothing. I was soaked between my legs. Just then, the screen lowered, and the driver called out to the back, “Alpha Asher, are you okay?” “What’s going on?” Asher asked, his eyes still locked on me. “A group of rogues blocked the road! Looks like they’re trying to rob us!” Rogues—those who had been exiled from their packs, drifting between territories, living on theft and ambush. They were a serious problem. Back in the Emerald Howl Pack, I often went with Eason to hunt them down.

Plenty of time for us to infiltrate the pack and find Maddie. All is quiet when we arrive on territory. We emerge from the tree line, making a direct approach on the packhouse, when suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of rogues spill out of the packhouse and nearby bunkers. Crap! They knew we were coming. But these wolves, we don’t hesitate in taking out, permanently. Most rogues work as mercenaries and they go for the kill, every time. Now, so do we. As I am fighting off six rogues at once, I feel someone pushing on my link. Reluctantly, I open it, trying to not let it distract me.

Without their light-fields, the silver warriors were just men in fragile suits. "THEY'RE BLEEDING!" Jago’s voice boomed from the megaphones of the lower Spires. "THE GODS ARE BLEEDING SILVER! TAKE EVERYTHING!" The "Lagos-grit" became a literal harvest. The Scrappers swarmed the fallen dragons, stripping the mercury-scales with rusted crowbars, reclaiming the tech that had been built from their own stolen lives. It was the ultimate Hostile Takeover—not in a boardroom, but in the gutters.

That is common knowledge for god’s sake. “I mean, they’re the nearest werewolf pack in our tribe.” I nodded and take a sip of my coffee, he’s right about that, and the chance of these werewolves being the suspect of our mother’s murder is highly possible. “Domlur has a dungeon that is rumored to detain humans,” I added. Domlur according to my father is not a dangerous place, it was once great trading and marketplace. When the werewolves occupied the land, humans were either killed or chose to surrender and be their slaves.

All their lives, they had been brought up to fight, and after the war was over, they had been discarded, and they returned to their homes. Karl remembered the war. So many of his men had fought under different banners against themselves. But now, they were here, united as one, and there was no force more dangerous. Strongfall had given the order, and they were to plunder and destroy Highfox. All the proceeds were to return to Strongfall, and Karl knew they would definitely pay him from there. A cruel mercenary he knew would take the chance of invading Highfox, plundering it, and carting away with all her resources. Maybe, it was what his men expected of him. But no. That won't be the route h

Jake said in excitement and Milano nodded. What he said piqued my interest. It was a very great find. The rouges were a constant bug in my head, a band of mercenaries following William and Operating in the shadows with him. Trying to disrupt my plans and killing small packets. Eliminating even just one of their camps would deal with them significantly, blowing their operations. "Take some of the warriors and raid the camp" I ordered without hesitation. "We need to make sure we destroy them as fast as we can too"

“Then let’s move. I’m tired of the smell of this place. It smells like a tomb that’s forgotten it’s supposed to be empty.” We gathered our meager supplies. The outcasts and the rebellion warriors moved with a grim, silent efficiency. They were the elite, the ones who had survived the Silver Mines and the Frozen Sea, but as they looked toward the grey mist, I saw the tremor in their hands. They were wolves entering a place where the moon was a stranger. We began our descent from the plateau.

It kept me from screaming. The sudden growls of engines startled me, and I stared forward. At first I thought I was just seeing things; I had been walking for hours after all, but then I saw them: six figures on roaring bikes emerging from the fog like nightmares. Black leather, helmets with glowing red visors, and an insignia I recognised immediately. The Ravagers. Assassins, bounty hunters, and merciless executioners from the most feared pack in the Southern Province. Rumours had it that if you could see them coming, you were already dead. They were hired by the elites, Alphas, and Gammas. If wanted someone gone, they were hired by packs during war to fight for them.

Even if their heads were broken and bleeding, they couldn't escape. They would die. "A bunch of trash, how could you call yourselves predators? Calling you all a group of thieves is already too respectful. What do you think you are?" Flaming Qilin revealed his true nature, brandishing his eerie white teeth. Seeing this, those plunderers all shivered with fear. "Senior, you're right. We're thieves... No, we're not thieves. We're even no match for thieves..." "Senior, we have eyes but failed to recognize how great you are. Please be magnanimous and consider us to fart. Please release us..."