Undying Warlord Novels & Stories

The skills he had acquired were truly deserving of their epic rankings, and I could only imagine the havoc they would wreak upon his enemies in battle. Two skills, in particular, caught my eye. The first, "Undying Commander," was an aura-type ability that seemed to embody Lance's prowess as a leader. When commanding an army, he would gain a powerful shield capable of blocking five instances of damage, while also bestowing a 15% boost to the stats of his subordinates. And to top it off, they would even receive a passive "Overheal" ability, healing them at a rate of 200 HP per second.

If so, he would be ashamed to face Charlie’s parents if he were to go to the netherworld after he died. Holding his wrist, Adrian gritted his teeth furiously and cursed, “Oh, you want to compromise with us now, huh? It’s too late! That kid hurt me, so I’m going to kill him right now!” Then, he turned to his bodyguards and said, “Kill him! Now!” A ruthless and cunning grimace appeared on the faces of Adrian’s two bodyguards. One of them was known as Warlord while the other was Realm Master. They were infamously known for their ruthlessness in the underworld. Now that they had been humiliated by a brat who knew a little bit of martial arts, they were indignant and resentful by the insult, and

Seeing his actions at me, I jumped back a few meters back, the moment I pulled out my sword out of the High Wizard chest, blood spurts out, now fully cut his heart into 2, then his death were confirmed by the Hell Minotaur large hammer, fully demolishing his body into a meat paste. “As always..demons are so barbaric…”. As I was carefully watching the angry gigantic bull in rage, another Tier 6 being arrived at the rooftop of where I was, Steadily standing in the air right next to the rooftop close to where I was standing was an Undead, half of his body were just a white skeleton and another half were rotten flesh but still intact to show his appearance of a valiant looking man, in his middle

“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?! The W-Wolf King? Andrius was the Wolf King who commanded a million Lycantroops? Kapow!

“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.

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.

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