Ultragene-warlord Novels & Stories

Their respective aura’s pulsed with power, their skin taking on a faint, shimmery glow. I placed a hand on both Azrael and Orion’s shoulders before turning my stare to Ulrich. The war God flashed a grin that was both menacing and teasing, as though he knew what I were going to say before the words reached my lips. “You said a war is brewing and that I’d want allies. Does that mean you’ll fight for our side?” He folded his arms over his chest, drawing my attention to the thin scars that peppered them. “Consider myself your General, kid. My knowledge of battle spans back—”

“Like you, my father was a wolf and my mother of magic. But my mother was Demetia, the Timebender. And my father was Fury…The First Beast.” Warlord scoffed. “You claim to be a descendant of the First Beast.” Rampage’s green eyes slitted. “How is this funny?” “So many wolves claim thus.” “Yes, but a few of us are.” “If that was the case, why would he not have you with him?” “Because Fury’s sons don’t roam with him. They’re strategic pieces he leaves in his wake.” “Oh, and what is your strategy?” It was clear, Warlord wasn’t buying a word of this.

A human? On the deck of the Giant Whale, the greatest of Umbracia's four Lords of War stood imposingly. Known as the Giant Whale Lord of War, he towered over two meters tall, his hands gripping a deep blue steel trident, his figure clad in gleaming sky-blue battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, eyes alight with a fierce glow. Indeed, it was a human. The Lord of War, the mightiest and youngest of his era, the very man who had sparked this monumental conflict, Alexander!