Ultragene-warlord Novels & Stories

Fight him for me while Yolando is also busy trying everything to keep me to himself. What if they're some past enemies and I'm just some trophy they want to win to prove a point to each other or show how powerful the one who wins is? All this just seems like some game to me because why would these two adults in their right senses fight supremacy over me so early in the morning on some fucking street? If you asked me I'll say they're psychopaths and I want nothing to do with either of them. To hell with both of them! ~DAVE~

His helm was a crown of jagged iron, his cloak woven from shadows themselves. Varrow. The warlord raised one hand, and the entire battlefield seemed to bow. His voice carried across the ruins like thunder made flesh. “Killian.” The First laughed in Killian’s skull, triumphant. “At last.”

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

Ulfhild pulled her ear from the door as she heard the scraping of chairs and boots on wood that signaled the meeting was breaking up. She barely made it back down to the main room before the stranger and Sigurd, followed by the rest of the warriors left her father's office and came tromping loudly down the stairs. He was letting the man train with the warriors? A man he knew nothing about. Yet, she, who was battle-tested and trained harder than any of his warriors, was shunted aside.

I open a mind link and tell them to get away and stay away from the tar, and I see them trying to flee to higher ground. “How do we stop it?” The man, taps Tabitha and shows her a piece of paper “he says we have to destroy the Lord’s power core, it’s hidden away back in his dimension” their ‘lord’ coughs from below me “you are a traitor warlock’’

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

My eyes flashed with anger. “No one. And I mean no one will determine to me what my purpose is. I am the driver of my destiny. My name is Silas and I am neither a destroyer nor a saviour. I am the son of the Alpha King Zemo and the son of the greatest warrior that ever lived, Althea. I will uphold their legacy to the end. I am no prophet, neither am I fulfilling any prophecy. This is who I am and not whatever any one says.” I howled and the ground trembled, as the chains snapped into many bits. My chest grew hairy and my fingers turned to claws. My eyes flashed red as it was slowly turning to golden yellow just like the way an Alpha's eyes would turn. I am realising my Alpha already.

Greece heaved a sigh of relief. "War cometh...how do we win?." Nicodemus continued. "War is not one by the size of an enemy nor brawls but by the Strong will of the heart. By my will,I killed strong Alpha Geraldton,abducted Regent Beaumont,Killed Mirabelle the Queen of the hybrids and even have almighty dragon lord Draxler bow to me. And what is my will?." He stopped gazing at them as they listened attentively.

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***