Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

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."

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

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.

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

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

Vance spoke first. "They used the word disposition in a formal declaration," he said. His voice was flat in a way that was different from Derek's flatness. Derek's flatness was control. Vance's was anger stripped of every unnecessary component. "That word has a specific meaning in Blood Kingdom law. It is used for property. For disputed territory. For livestock." He set his copy of the letter on the table. "They called him livestock." Nobody disputed that. A senior warrior named Aldis, who had been one of the first to question my presence and one of the last to stop questioning it, said, "Seven days is not enough time to mount a full defensive mobilization."