Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

Furthermore, they were a millennia-old clan, and to be insulted by a young man was more than they could bear. Blake glanced at the Lowells and turned to Roland, saying, "Dad, Matthias is a warlord! And so is his subordinate! Tonight, Dalton challenged both Matthias and his man but was easily defeated. Matthias is incredibly powerful. With the Crimson Titans still away, it's not the time for a direct confrontation." "What? A warlord?" Roland's face paled. He was stunned to hear that Matthias and his subordinate were warlords. It was impossible to comprehend as even the Crimson Titans, with their continued support, only had five warlords after so many years. Yet Matthias and his man, who sudde

"Like how they're about to be killed by Scar's Seven Dread Warlords, who are starting a new era for us!" My mouth went dry as they both cackled at the naked fear on my face. Ruthlessly smothering my disgust, I sought reason in their gloating. Dread Warlords? Renaissance of their kind? Just what fresh hell were these nuts blathering about? Some new shock troop of twisted occult flunkies bred by Scar's crazed cult?

Mom nodded, “Well, come in and get some lunch. Luke will explain what we know.” They sat at the table with the rest of us and filled their plates. When we all started eating, Aidinth started, “So, what is going on that caused my dad to be strangled, then hung upside down above the foyer in our castle?” Dad started, “Remus, leader of the Dark Warlocks, has declared war on us after we found two of his warlocks hanging around outside our house, looking in the windows. His son, Dune, had already kidnapped Adele. We got her out, but Dune is still trying to grab her. He is bound and determined to mark and mate her.” Chloe looked at me, “Are you okay, hon?” I nodded, “I’m suffering some pretty bad

A subtle knock was on my door and when the door opened, Dante appeared with his new beta, of which he was told to wait outside. "Good morning your majesty," he greeted me as I nodded. "So Dante, you said you wanted to see me," I asked, going straight to the point. "Yes sir, there was another attack and they left a letter,"'he replied, handing me a rough sheet with blood stained. "They want to break their allegiance sir, which means another war will break out," Dante informed. I can't have another war, I haven't even settled the Kai issue, it makes trusting Kai with my kingdom really hard.

As they made their way through the crowd, Silas noticed that many of the wolves were staring at Alex, and he couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. Silas took a deep breath and entered the tent, followed by Alex and Finn. "Your Majesty, I have brought someone I'd like you to meet," Silas said, bowing before the Alpha. "Who is it?" Zemo asked, looking up. "This is my uncle Mark. Remember, I told you about him.He trained me in combat when I was younger," Silas replied, trying to sound casual. Finn stepped out of the tent to join the other warriors when he saw the ease everywhere.

the undead general said. Suddenly, a strong wind below across the area, and a dense amount of dark energy converged toward the undead general. In an instant, they coalesced into a greatsword in its hand. Brandishing the greatsword, the undead general shouted, "Prepare to die!" and charged at Adrian. "Watch out!" Nathaniel shouted. Adrian was only at the pinnacle of level eight, so he could not match the undead general. However, Adrian just smiled. "Anyone who offends Mr. Adrian shall die!"

Instead, they sent Nero to the war front, a meat grinder where they expected him to perish. But Nero defied their expectations. He became a legend—the King of War. His island-honed skills—martial prowess, medicinal healing, strategic genius—made him unstoppable. He moved through battlefields like a phantom, felling enemies with lethal precision. His knowledge of herbs and remedies, learned from Draco’s ancient wisdom, saved countless allies, stitching life back into broken bodies. His strategies turned New Delta City’s defenses into an impregnable stronghold, its walls whispering his name. His rage, once a raw wildfire, was now a honed blade, sharp and unyielding, its edge set on one goal: v

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

"You are just a reflection. A memory he left behind in the void." The Warlord stepped forward. He did not walk so much as glide, his presence commanding the very metal of the city to shift and accommodate his path. "I am the end of the war. I am the Kael who did not doubt the price of victory. I am the version of him that chose to sacrifice everything to stop the gods. You should be thanking me. Because of my choices, the gods are dead." "And you are alone," I said, my voice gaining strength. "You destroyed the cage, but you turned yourself into the jailer."

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.