Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

I folded my hands and glanced at Ken with a slight smirk and returned my gaze to the first elder. "It's well known that the army of the Undead led by Ken has hundreds of thousands of warriors and has also been receiving a lot of funding from the royal family. Yet they have never been on the battlefield, a reason I have no idea of, or maybe they are all scared of death and defeat. So, I think it's time for them to taste the cruelty of war and know how it feels to truly fight." I stopped and began to dramatically walk around the training ground. I continued to speak, my voice becoming louder as I walked around.

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Done hiding. The White Wolf has risen.

Behind her, she felt it before she heard him. Heat. Power. Breath. And then—voice. “You are not ready to leave.” His voice was low, almost quiet, but the sound of it vibrated through the walls like it was born from the mountain itself. She turned slowly, her body trembling. The Warlord stood at the end of the corridor. He wore only a long black robe, open and hanging loose around his hips, revealing the breadth of his scarred, scaled chest. His bare feet were silent against the stone. He looked more myth than man—effortless, commanding, as calm as if he’d been expecting her.

He raised his remaining left hand, and the translucent white spirit wolves howled in unison, their violet eyes locking onto the Northern warriors ringing the altar. "The Warlord thinks he’s the only one who can negotiate with the borders," Derek hissed, his sapphire eye burning with a frantic, triumphant light. "Julian gave us the keys to the eastern armories, Leah. If you won't give him the throne, we’ll take the entire territory from the river to the peaks."

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

Mydra added, “The flashes of war and destruction that you had seen earlier, Valencia, it was the Ancient mage’s doing. Of course, we didn’t want him killed but then we realized that he was growing increasingly hateful towards werewolves. So I and Calhoun decided that it was the best to let him die.” The surprises being thrown at them were too much to handle. Dominic stopped playing with the knots for a moment as both he and Valencia took the time to process the information. As the four of them were busy chatting, Trecdor got up from the floor and added, “While this is all very amusing, let’s play ‘catch up’ later, I just want all of you to die.” Saying so, Trecdor looked at his men who immed

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.