Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

he hissed, his jaw locking back into a rigid line of unyielding iron as he pulled me into a bruising, desperate embrace that left no pocket of air between our chests. The clinical armor of the Warlord slid seamlessly back over his rugged features, but it was no longer fueled by pack logic—it was fueled by a feral, protective madness. "I will not just print execution orders, Veda. I will tear this entire kingdom to pieces before I let a single lord breathe the same air as my heir." He stood up to his full, terrifying height, lifting my smaller frame into his arms with an absolute, permanent finality that sealed our contract in the quiet dawn.

a voice boomed, tthunder-heavy andrough around the edges, like it had been dragged out of a storm. The crowd parted. A warlord stepped forward, so massive he made Vane look small. He wore tribal brands like scars that never healed right. One left eye was gone, replaced by a jagged scar that looked like lightning ffrozenin skin. His cloak hung from the pelts of grey wolves, soaked in whatever power lived in the city itself. “Warlord Karn,” Vane growled, bowing his head a fraction. “I bring the King’s true bloodline. The Princess Elara.”

"I know you were born in the northern mountains, the son of a blacksmith and a healer. I know you lost your mother to the plague when you were twelve, and your father to the war when you were sixteen. I know you've killed more men than you can count, and that you carry their faces with you every night when you close your eyes." His jaw tightened. "Then you also know why I'm here." "The warlord Kael Blackthorn. He's raised an army at the eastern border. You want to know how to defeat him." "Yes." "Lie down," I said, gesturing to the fur-covered platform in the center of the room. "The vision will take hold of you. You may see things that frighten you. You may see things that confuse you. But

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

The next command that Andreas would give would be to terminate the life of the person who is currently in their possession if I don't say anything clever that would move him out of the thoughts of devastation and rage that he is currently experiencing. "Hmm...Andreas, you never fail to astonish me, and I had assumed that you would have advanced beyond this level of difficulty by now. You are a very powerful and feared warlord who lets individuals who are not even close to your own very level to exploit both himself and his resources. This is because you are so kind."

15. Philophobia (n.) Fear of being in or falling in love _________ "Why sudden rebellion?" Aban asked, he had come behind them in his car. He was sitting in his car, with the window glass rolled down and looked at the three of them. Waniya looked at him heatedly, "It's not sudden, Dad. This rebellion has been brewing inside us since many years." Aban did not reply to her. "I heard things about you two," he said as an afterthought.

The shadows thickened and one after the other, they arrived. The first figure emerged out of the mist like a wound opening: tall, wrapped in chains of silver that rattled faintly when he breathed. His eyes glowed a dim red. The Warlord of the North, blood-soaked and ancient. Then came another — a woman with no shadow, her body a shell of light that flickered between beauty and decay. The Seer of Hollow Vale. A low growl followed, and from the pit rose the General of them all, his armor cracked, his gaze venomous.

“Invade Sloria? For what? What do we have to gain there? It’s only a country full of ice and nomads! The mountains are of no use and we will only end up spending too much on an useless war!” He is fuming in anger. The humiliation he had to face over the past few days has made him paranoid. A mere Luna of a pack killed his most trusted Knight and Eduard is beyond furious. On top of that, his country’s recession is only increasing. Even though he is portraying Ezealyra as a strong nation, in reality, it is crumbling from within. Minor rebellions break out everyday and he has executed hundreds of thousands over the past decade. If he kills any more people, he will have nothing to rule. Truth is

Mercilessly, with the sword in his left hand he slashed at the blonde's head and with the sword in his right hand he slashed at the bald man's head. The two of them died instantly on the spot. Riley shook even more in fear but Brockley immediately hugged her back. “I told you, I will definitely win against them. Those two heads were the start of my big dream. There will still be many more heads that I have to remove from their bodies. Riley, aren't you the teacher who taught me how to be a warlord?”