Thunder Warriors Primarch Novels & Stories

They were burning with the exact same primal yellow light as the titan on the ship. Their march was perfectly synchronized, their star-metal boots shaking the city's foundations as they turned away from the palace... and began heading directly toward the northern highway. "They aren't obeying Asher anymore," Dominic growled, his jaw tight, his silver eyes fixed on the marching legion. "They're answering to the First Prime." Suddenly, my tactical wrist-comm—waterproofed and built with military-grade components—began to buzz violently against my skin. I tapped the screen with trembling, wet fingers. Asher's face materialized in the holographic display. He was standing in the Citadel's high war

Then she spoke the word like a curse: “A Primarch.” Alexander froze. Lena felt sick. “What… what does that mean?” she whispered. Sable folded her arms. “The Primarch is the highest form of purge evolution—neither human nor weapon. A being of raw, unfiltered purge essence. They were myths. Warnings. No one thought a Primarch could manifest again.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. “And you wanted THIS?” Sable shook her head. “No. I wanted control.” Her eyes flicked to Elias.

Some people say the alpha’s body hasn’t even deterred yet, it still as fresh as the day Warrior Taylor had killed the merciless beast. Warrior Taylor… my dad used to say he was full of life and laughter before his daughter disappeared. The day he had killed the alpha you could see a small part of him dying as well. That realisation that his daughter was officially, actually gone having broken the guy. Disposed. That’s the word the alpha had spat at the poor man before Taylor had ended him. Everything had changed since that day. The pack had completely shifted after the war. Everyone struggled to get back to ‘normal’. Warrior Taylor and his mate hadn’t even survived the war. I could only imag

Their leader is Leomord whose zodiac sign is Aquarius as he is regarded as the strongest among all of them. Zodiac warriors march in unison and formed three rows. They remained standing until Prince Arthur arrived and they saluted him. He wore trousers, leggings, cloaks and tunic. The tunic, being the outermost garment, was decorated with embroidery and gold lacing. He has a long hair, bristly eyebrows, hawkish nose, defined cheekbones, titan masculine shoulder. His posture alone makes him even more handsome.

“H-Hayat, I-I—” The thunder suddenly groans fiercely and I jump on Erden in fright. Oh no. My heart starts to beat fast. I slowly pull back, meeting Erden’s eyes with a flushing face. They are brighter than ever. Yesterday the pool, and today the beach and the thunder. “I-I’m sorry.” I pull out, embarrassed to look at him directly in the face. “I’m afraid of thunders.” I explain, slightly biting on my lips. He stares at me and smirks. He doesn’t reply and turns back to look at the kids. “Eren and Troy.” He says. “Let’s go home. There’s going to be a storm.”

But she was immediately silenced by what she saw. It appeared that they had entered a sort of temple. On the altar just in front, there was a statue of a large, majestic tiger. Its body was made out of polished, white marble, while it had sapphires for its eyes. Jade was certain that it was the same tiger in the painting, or at least, a representation of it. “Is that…” Jade’s voice trailed off. Jin walked towards the statue and placed a hand on its hind leg. “Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.”

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

Their vastness and aura were more than enough to bring men to their knees in surrender. That was the true Stormrider’s army. Destroyer of realms. The pride of the North. Even I, who had lived among these men, knew what they were capable of. I had heard the stories of burning towns and how they marched through the South like a tide of fire. They were gods of war wrapped in mortal skin, and I was expected to stand among them like I belonged. Just like my father who currently stood in front of me. Varek Valewind was like a king among them, regal in his gleaming obsidian armor, the golden wolf etched across his chest catching the light.

I whisper. She nods. She pauses, her gaze drifting somewhere far away. “Only two beings could face him: the Primarch Arcana, the strongest of the light witches, wielder of the purest magic… and the Alpha of the Amadeus pack—Valerius Amadeus.” Primarch Arcana. The name strikes me. I tuck it away for later. “They fought him together. Valerius with fang and claw, blade and fury. And the Primarch, with everything magic had ever taught us. Their battle lasted days.”

No one has ever seen this hero's appearance as those who stood opposite him were all sent to meet their maker. Blane Larry was immune to mind control magic and has a durable regenerative body. 3. Lord of Thunder – the man who defied the gods. This mortal was an epic combatant. He emerged victorious from the Arena of Champions to hold the title of Lord of Thunder. Lord Hort distinguished himself above all others by using the element of thunder to slaughter those who dared to stand against him. He has excellent offense but his defense was subpar compared to his attack.