Ultragene-warlord Novels & Stories

Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot. Buildings were left in ruins. Wailing and screams, chattering metal armours, and the resounding explosions of canons echoed in a flowing stream of rings. The World was in ruin; one would mistake it to be the end of the World. The War between the Ultiar gods: Ekron god of discord and darkness, and Vyorn goddess of Nature, had gone on for centuries. The mid 7000BC to 2000BC, felt the kind caresses of the sword and heavy form of magic.

“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!

~~*~~ Across the ocean, in a hidden mountain lab cloaked in snow, a monitor blinked to life. OPERATION REQUIEM – STATUS: DORMANT. An unseen figure stepped forward, cloaked in shadow. Fingers tapped the screen. The camera captured only a blurred face, distorted by encryption filters. Voice authentication accepted. Begin phase verification. The figure nodded slowly. “Prometheus was just the beginning. Now comes the fall of nations.” A new signal pulsed through dormant servers around the globe. And deep beneath a vault marked with a single letter—R—the next generation of digital warfare stirred to life.

There was no way this was happening to me. Because if Kael was known as the father of all Lycans… Then Ulfris was something even greater. He was The freaking creator of all werewolves and Lycans in the goddamn world!. He was THE Greatest of Great spirit beasts! And somehow… He was speaking directly to me, In my head. How??!!

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Leading the charge was a hulking Vanguard General carrying a dark-silver warhammer that hummed with anti-mana energy. "Kill the villains!" roared the General, his voice booming out of his iron helmet. The Primarch offers ten thousand gold pieces for the head of the Sun Queen! In an instant the courtyard turned into a bloody chaotic battlefield. Claws met black silver, shadow magic battled anti-mana fields, and the desperate roars of shifters bounced off the high granite walls.

Jordan adds immediately, his alpha sigil pulsing with total shock. "What structural defect is ruining your focus tonight, Harvey?" David Duskbane’s freezing baritone suddenly cuts through the group link, his rare voice immediately causing the other commanders to freeze. "Holy f*ck! The Warlord has emerged from his war-vaults!" Jordan shrieks into his comm-stone. "Harvey, your crazy talk about leaving the wine jars just forced our supreme leader out of his shadow-keep! Hurry up and tell the vanguard you are executing a joke!"

a voice boomed, tthunder-heavy andrough around the edges, like it had been dragged out of a storm. The crowd parted. A warlord stepped forward, so massive he made Vane look small. He wore tribal brands like scars that never healed right. One left eye was gone, replaced by a jagged scar that looked like lightning ffrozenin skin. His cloak hung from the pelts of grey wolves, soaked in whatever power lived in the city itself. “Warlord Karn,” Vane growled, bowing his head a fraction. “I bring the King’s true bloodline. The Princess Elara.”

They grabbed my arms anyway. “Adrian “ I said, forcing his name out even though my throat burned. “Please.” He did not come closer. He did not even whisper sorry. “Execute him “ he said. The world went silent. I thought I had misheard. The warriors froze. “Alpha Adrian?” “He will not leave this territory alive “ Adrian said. “No one must know.” The elder nodded slowly. “It is for the good of the bloodline.” For the good of the bloodline.