Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

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.

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

The thirty-three years old man was a reliable asset to the nation if only other people could use the microscope, which the English Capitalists used. His name was Zitani Zulu, a pure breed of Eastern Province. The Capitalists spotted him on behalf of the old politicians who couldn’t be trusted to initiate any other person strategically after the deadly mistake of Dr. Chisi was silenced. The two camps decided to work closely and ensure full proof from intruders. The great grand son to Welensky tactically chose the lecturer while he was pursuing his masters at Leads. His loyalty, intelligence and weaknesses were tested and proved beyond doubts. The Englishmen invested heavily in him and kept hi

Adios! Captain Yaardii: (With his body beginning to bulk and swell and his eyes bulge out enough to appear glossy he smiles and screams while placing his hands on the Anti-Warship railgun that was previously used to shoot Dantzler. The Canon begins to buzz and whurr as it drains what appears to be psychic energy along with the darkness beginning to coat him. Moments later a loud bell is heard and an announcement rings across the base) Speakers: All units please prepare for minor earthquake, main Canon is preparing to fire. I repeat All units please prepare for minor earthquake, main Canon is preparing to fire.

Or made into creatures like Orok? “You, you are Toro… you are the ninth descendant of Bordus, a good man and of great strength. He got it because of his humble and obedient nature, he made me sympathize at that time, because he saved many wild animals in forbidden areas. You know, food back in the day is scarce…and all werewolves hunted those beasts. I ordered your great-grandfather not to eat the injured tiger…and he complied. Instead, he took care of the beast, sacrificing his clawed hand. Since that incident… I raised him to be my subordinate. Only Bordus, the descendant after that, too proud and arrogant, including you! And I'm sick of it…” Uwal said in a different voice, a very scary v

He finalized " All of it?" I widened my eyes " Your dad is the founder of one of the most richest companies in Crest country , don't be so stingy it's also your responsibility since you put him there in the first place" the officer said " No , not that. I meant his face, all of it?" I asked with a bitter smile. Money wasn't even my concern