Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Well, the alternative was Elder Black, but Elder Sand was in charge of most of the Undead research, so the intelligent ones went to him. Combat ability was the other important trait an Undead had to possess to be of some use. Combat here referred not only to one’s star energy, but the ability to overwhelm others in the same level. In a time were war with Beastmen was not as overt and common as it was many years ago, one might wonder why this was important. Why should one be able to dominate the battlefield when there were no battles to be fought? Well, just as Beastmen had spies and scouts invading the territory of the Undead day in and day out, so did the Undead have individuals posing as m

If this was not Ryder, then who the fuck was he? "Before we can begin, allow me to introduce you to my true self", he said. The skin on his body melted off. His clothes changed into a thick red hooded robe. Where his skin had been, there was only bone. Where his eyes were, there was only red smoke. It was truly the most unsettling thing I had ever seen. " My true name is War, and you, Ember, will be my queen in this lifetime, and my brothers in your next ones, whether you want to, or not."

Cos once they start fighting, they don't know how to sWOUNDS IBERU KINGDOM I don't know much about these kingdom we had from you, and if the they truly exist, then I will love to be united with them, all my life I have heard of humans in other dimensions, and I have always imaging what it will look like, to see people with different culture associatinkinds THE WARLORD

And Selenos, his hands alight with the power of the Sapphire Crown, wielded his newfound knowledge with skill and finesse, his magical prowess turning the tide of battle in their favor. As the sun rose on the battlefield, the warlord's forces were vanquished, the survivors retreating in fear and disarray. The people of the kingdom, bloodied but unbowed, stood victorious, their unity and resilience a shining testament to the power of the Sapphire Crown's legacy. As the warlord's remaining forces fled, the allies who had joined them in battle embraced one another, their bonds forged in the crucible of conflict stronger than ever before.

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

"He is Errol, a Tiger. He joined us one year and three months ago and he is the one in his class that has improved the most since he entered the academy. He will be joining the Royal army once he reaches the proper age." Then she pointed at the last student. He was a short brown-haired man of about nineteen years old. "He is Nigel, a flood dragon, he joined us almost two years ago. He has talent in understanding inscriptions and his battle prowess in not low. He will be the captain for this mission and his insights will be useful to surpass the trials of the inheritance ground." They passed the small mountain and ventured deeper inside Arolyac forest. "The location of the inheritance ground

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.

The Kingdom of Helios, once a small nation, had transformed into a mighty and prosperous empire since Valerius Evander ascended the throne. It was known as the "Glory of Valerius." Valerius Evander, even when he was still a crown prince, was renowned not only for his exceptional leadership but also for his bravery and decisiveness on the battlefield. Under Valerius Evander’s leadership, the army of the Kingdom of Helios had consistently won victories, expanding its territory and establishing a powerful dynasty. Alongside the young king were four experienced marshals, Zane Ryder, Aiden Cole, Elias Dawnfire, and Lucius Blackwood, who achieved resounding victories and were invincible.

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.