Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” Every single one of them was a well-known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could determine one’s life and death. After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table. “This man here is the Wolf King.” What?!

Then, he spat out another mouthful of blood and dropped to his knees. The entire crowd watching was stunned. Even Alfredo, Rupert, and Monty, who had already experienced Andrew's strength, felt cold sweat run down their backs as they watched the clash. Andrew had truly become a War God in every sense, and perhaps the only true War God in the entire Holtrien army. What was a War God? It referred to someone undefeated in battle. Jakob, the martial god from Divine Dragon Order, blurted out in disbelief, "Beyond Mortal! He has already stepped into the Beyond Mortal level, so that puts him on the same level as the three leaders."

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends. The leader wolf of the group of assassins looked straight into Ezra's eyes. “What do you guys want to do?” Windy did not hesitate but directly asked the question she wanted to know. Windy's response to that question was a loud laugh from the enemy. Their leader still looked at Ezra sternly; he didn't laugh at Windy or react. "Didn't expect that the one who was called the great warrior of the tribe had such a stupid subordinate?" "Who do you say is the fool?"

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

It was him. A storm wearing his skin. A wound in the world, bleeding light that wasn’t light at all. And the worst part—the part that made my breath stick in my throat— Was that he looked calm. Not cold. Not cruel. Just calm. Like everything burning around him was exactly the way it was supposed to be. The Warlord rose out of the crater Kael had driven him into, molten blood dripping from cracks in his obsidian armor. And he was smiling. “Better,” he rumbled, shaking dust from his bone crown. “So much better.”

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

If Zachary and Dora were still here, they would definitely be grateful for their early departure. Because if Gabriel wasn't lying, the person approaching now was Hector Downy, the Warlord of the East. Who would dare provoke him seeing that he was one of the top figures of Dragonia? Even Felix narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered, "The Warlord of the East?" Gabriel heard Felix, but he didn't have time to worry about the latter. He had already given him plenty of chances earlier. It was up to the warlord to decide how to handle things, which was beyond Gabriel's control.

Blood fountained across his scales as he ripped the heart out in one brutal motion and hurled the body into two more attackers, sending them crashing into the wall with wet thuds and the crunch of breaking armor. This — this — was why they called him Warlord. Not the title. Not the rank. The word. What it meant in every language across every world where his name had been spoken in warning. Because a general commanded from behind walls. A Warlord dragged the walls down with his bare hands and walked through the rubble. "Push forward!" His voice cut through the din like a war horn, slit irises burning with lethal focus, every syllable carrying absolute authority. "The nexus is close! Do not st

I fell onto the ground gasping. For a moment I thought I had made it. Then I heard horses. Familiar like it was from my pack. Different scent. Different energy. Stronger. I lifted my head slowly. A group of warriors in uniforms stood a few feet away. Their horses were tall and restless. The men looked calm. Their eyes were sharp. At the front of them sat a man I recognized immediately. Alpha Derek Foster. The dangerous wolf in the kingdom and the ruling Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.