Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

The cavern shook. And the Warlords’ horns went silent. The Warlords came at dawn. Five of them. Each one a Blood Moon lord who’d ruled their own territory for centuries. Each one hungry for Valen’s throne. They didn’t knock. They attacked. The courtyard exploded as the first Warlord shifted mid-air. 10 feet tall, bones like blades, red eyes burning. “Valen is weak!” the Warlord roared. “The girl is untested! We take the Court now!”

Since he wanted to ask a question, naturally, nobody would refuse him. An alien race called the Undying Clan is madly invading the universe. The number of undead creatures is too great, and their combat power isn’t weak. Regular attacks are ineffective against them. Buddhist and holy-attributed attacks can inflict permanent damage. “I would like to ask you all. What is the solution to this situation? “After all, my homeland is currently suffering the calamity. Under such circumstances, I can’t stay here to help you guys for a long time. Most importantly, I may not be alive to come here next time...”

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

He shot back onto his feet and shouted, " Why are you kneeling to him, Cecil? He's just some useless loser—" Cecil punched Cormac, knocking him down. "You're the useless loser!" he roared. "Insult Mr. York one more time, and I'll kill you myself! "Mr. York isn't just the boss of the Rivershire underworld. He's Aegis, one of the Four Draconian Warlords! Do you have any idea how much authority the Draconian Warlords have? "With one word, Mr. York can mobilize tens of billions in funds, plunge Rivershire into chaos, and end both our lives! No one in Rivershire has more power than him. He is the true overlord here!

It hasn't happened. Inner turmoil shrouded my thinking after my uncle died. While grieving for him, I also took on the role as Leader of Shadow Warriors. We were fighting the Federation, and the decisions I made cost Warrior lives. My days were spent attacking and killing. It wasn't a choice; it was life or death. My Beast led me and I allowed it. Enemies died. Friends fought beside me. Life was simpler. War was simpler.

"You do not negotiate with terrorists. And you certainly do not offer yourself as a martyr to assuage your own crippling guilt. You are the tactical anchor of this pack. If you die, the Vanguard breaks. If the Vanguard breaks, my Legion is flanked, and we all die in the snow." ​I pointed a black-gauntleted finger directly at his chest, tapping the bruised muscle over his heart. ​"I am the Warlord of this army. You gave me a command. That makes you my asset. And I do not trade my assets to leeches. Is that understood?"

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

He said that each House had their own armies and since the leaders of those Houses had gone against him, there was a high probability that the armies of these Houses would turn against him on the battlefield. So the war was beyond fighting the Rebellion, which was Alaris; it was also about fighting the Houses. “I need an army of my own, strong. An army of undead dragon shifters. One is unstoppable, imagine a hundred of them. They will be more than enough to win us this war.” By Ignas, what?! An army that couldn't be killed?! “Why?” Belladonna asked quickly. “We can create shadow warriors if we acquire both gems. We already have one.”

Tyler said, his voice was so harsh. What was he saying and to whom. That’s when it hit me the most distorious pungent smell, I got up to look at him. The Black Devil himself. He looked horrific half human half wolf, blood red eyes boring in me and his laugh that froze my blood. I was petrified. "Good work Tyler, now Warrior Kent, the most dangerous of all will dance for us." He spoke in his high pitch voice sending tremors in my body. I turned towards Tyler