Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

All the other packs will join hands and find him. I was ready to give myself fully to my amazing mate and my pack. Embrace my present and future, and let the past be just wonderful memories. Viktor will always be my love, but I was in love with Richard he is my life my mate, my everything I want to carry his pups, and have a beautiful family surrounded by amazing friends. We may not be married as per human customs but in our world, I am Jia Richard Stanford, Luna of the Southern moon pack, and will always be a Warrior's mate.

The hybrid flings the man away as if he were nothing but a ragged doll, disposable and lifeless. When his body falls, three Elite surge after the hybrid, ending his life, and avenging their colleague, but I can hardly stare. The hybrid stayed quietly hidden, waiting for the opportunity to strike. He knew he'd die; he wasn't fighting for survival, but for a way to inflict some damage, to destroy us. The war ends as suddenly as it started, but there's no cause for celebration. The temperature drops several degrees as we stand frozen in our spots, staring at the lean man on the floor, his eyes looking aimlessly at the ceiling.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

Bruce was second in line, his brother Conrad, was supposed to be dad’s Beta. Bruce and Conrad had been out on patrol one early morning when they got a mind-link that rogues had breached the northern border. By the time my grandfather, dad and our warriors got there, Conrad was dead. Bruce was holding his brother’s dead body in his arms, crying. The area looked like a fight had happened and Bruce had injuries that were slowly healing. He was covered in blood that we assumed was rogue blood mixed with his and Conrad’s since he was holding his bloody body. No one ever questioned his story. I mean why would they, Conrad was his brother. What if Bruce arranged to have his brother killed for the B

Chapter 21 Showdown Waiting was the absolute worst. Well, no. Being chained up and tortured was worse than waiting, and honestly, hiking was maybe even less fun than the torturing. But waiting sucked. Dor sat cross-legged a few feet from me, slowly running some kind of cloth over the edges of his sword, which wasn’t unsettling at all, and he seemed perfectly content to just hang out until the war started. This probably wasn’t his first rodeo. Hell, it probably wasn’t his thousandth rodeo.

"Uncle, you're the one—" "SHUT YOUR MOUTH, ZAYNE!" I bellowed. The sound was so loud that it vibrated the crystal chandeliers above us. "You're going to pay for what you've done. You better prepare yourself, because I will destroy your pack. I will dismantle everything you think you’ve earned until you have nothing left but the shame of your name." It wasn't an empty threat. As the Warlord, I could ruin the Black Shadow territory. Zayne staggered back, but his arrogance was still at its peak. He actually had the nerve to try and use our family history as a shield.

“You reconnect him. Adrian’s eyes darkened. “…Or we destroy what’s left. Liam nodded slowly. “Yes. No hesitation. No illusion. Just truth. Adrian stared at the blueprint. Then “Build it. A Century of Faith. The world changed again. Not violently this time. But inevitably. Forests grew where ash once ruled. New tribes emerged from the remnants of wolves and humans alike. Stories replaced history. And Adrian. Adrian became something else. Not a king, Not a ruler. A myth. They called him The Undying Alpha. The one who refused to kneel to time. The one who guarded the “Sleeping God.

You have one week to decide. Garret, Warlord of the Free Territories "Warlord?" Korra finally managed after a tense silence, her voice barely above a whisper. "He's calling himself a warlord?" "And he has the forces to back it up," Rhyker said grimly. He pulled out another document, a scouting report. "According to our intelligence, your father has united at least four rogue factions under his banner. That's close to two hundred wolves, all desperate, all violent, all loyal to him."

Chapter 2: The Enemy Camp Raid King Torvald moved like a shadow through the enemy camp under the cover of night, his dark cloak blending with the trees as his small elite strike team slipped between tents. The rival warlord’s forces slept soundly after a day of drinking and boasting, but Torvald’s focus was razor-sharp on one target: the warlord’s legendary lieutenant, a towering brute said to possess the largest cock in the northern territories. Torvald’s own thick length was already half-hard inside his breeches at the mere thought. The king had sacked villages, claimed warriors, and built his reputation on taking what he wanted and tonight, he wanted the biggest prize yet.