Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

Movement itself became a struggle, the atmosphere thickening into a gel that sought to entomb us in our own fear. Around us, the chaos of the swarm stopped instantly. The hundreds of faceless void minions—the scouts and soldiers that had been clawing at our borders—suddenly halted their advance. In a chilling, synchronized motion, they lowered their featureless heads and bowed low, their forms trembling in the presence of their master. This was no mere spirit or accidental leak from the third realm; this was their supreme commander, the architect of the emptiness. The Warlord did not acknowledge them. It simply loomed, its presence a gravitational pull that sucked the color and soul from eve

he said. I shook my head, my chest rising and falling with exhaustion. “Never,” I said in a dry voice, and our weapons clashed. “You led the last war?” I said more like a statement than a question. “You seem sure,” he said as we pulled back and came at each other again. “I heard the stories of the warrior,” I said, aiming for his abdomen. He slapped my spear, spun his sword around and shoved me back with his foot. “Rather than bother about rumours, you should concentrate on winning this fight,” he said.

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

That being said, I plan on having you guys fight a creature of ours to get a general idea of what we're looking at. Xanne: First of all let's go back to the fact that you called me this dumbass's subordinate, I am the leader of W.O.L.F and since you've decided to attack me yeah I'll go all out all right. Dantzler, sick em! Sergeant Richards: Great so you've agreed to our terms and conditions, thank you for joining our army dummy say what. Dantzler: What? Xanne: (Places his hand over his own face and shakes his head) Just bring out the stupid creature so I can blow up your base already!

“They want the Duchess, huh?” Dmitri thinks hard. If they have not attacked Sloria yet, it means that they are also trying to avoid a war. Even with the might of Ezealyra and its allies, Dmitri knows that Eduard is trying to avoid a war now. Most of his money and resources are depleting. A war means extra spending and a lot of time which can bankrupt his country. “Eduard is working with the Undead,” he reveals. “The Undead are his allies too but they are not to be trusted. Roseanne knows how to put the Undead to rest but if they attack in an army, they will be unstoppable.”

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

Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________

Also, he had to be on the field, always. So despite that position coming from inheritance, he was the Warlord, not his father. Randal was fifty-one now and he would live a long healthy life because of his frost giant blood, but he was not in any shape to lead an army. Not because of age, but because of grief. An unexpected grief, that shouldn't have come as early as it came. Alarick stopped at the door, clenching the door knob in his hands. “You… you should move on, vardekka,” he said in a cautious voice. “It’s been two years. You could still be leading this country with me.”

The subordinate straightened his body and bowed respectfully toward the north three times in succession, his expression exceedingly deferential. Then he turned to look at Alexander, chest out, head held high, exuding an air of dominance. "When you hear this, it might scare you to death. In Wyverna, there is Lord of War, who stands on equal footing with the ruler of Wyverna, commanding countless strong warriors and a million soldiers!" "No one knows his real name. Ordinary people only know his title, the Lord of the Temple of War, which terrifies the whole world. He is Larry's backing!"