Unicorn Wars Gordi Novels & Stories

How could he be certain that something was going to happen? Abruptly, Jaedon stood up. He had been so shy last night, but now he seemed on a mission. He dressed quickly and then told me to dress as well. I did. “We must tell your mother and brother of our plan. We have to tell my pack and warn our allies up North. I think a war is going to happen.” My heart began to race. A war? I dressed quickly in jeans and a sweatshirt and he took my hand in his as soon as I was finished. He kissed me softly on the lips, sending electricity throughout my body.

Dax glanced at Malfoy coldly and continued, “Listen closely. I am Dax Wimbleton, the Southern Warzone Master.” With that, his followers and aides introduced themselves one after another. “Drogo Azure, also known as the Eastern Azure Dragon of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Tiger White, also known as the Western White Tiger of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Axia Vermillion, also known as the Southern Vermillion Phoenix of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.”

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

he threatened, his word's firm. I rolled my eyes at his statement and headed to the field. We were asked to pick a weapon and I took a spear, while he collected the sword that came in pairs. ROMAN POV. A spear, she had other items to pick and she chose a spear. I could see the disappointment in Bryce's face seeing her weapon and I felt the same way. But Dante, he felt different, he looked kin, his face didn't show disappointment. The match started with Kai rushing towards Sophia who basically dodge his attack.

All the mighty goblin lord could do was stare at the flying spears and regret underestimating humans. Ripping through the air, the harpoons embedded themselves in Ugi’s torso. It pierced through armour, and without a weapon, there was nothing the goblin lord could do to avenge himself. Instead, the goblin lord stared right into Zen’s soul with the last of his stubborn strength. “You’re a worthy opponent,” the goblin lord grinned. Then, he laughed even with fountains of blood splurt from his mouth until it died as a gurgle in his throat. Like a true warrior, Ugi the Mighty died standing.

Said Gordon, grabbing Kendrick’s and holding her. “Hey one more question, if we want to recognize this Sword Keeper how would we do that?” asked Kendrick’s. Then Kariya had one of his children draw the necklace, then he handed it to Gordon and sent them about their way through a portal, that he made with his hand. “If you find the Sword Keeper, tell him or her that the Night nation will take over this world.” Said Kariya to a flying Gordon and Kendrick’s. Back at the Taru home Sekora and D2 were ready to go, when they heard a loud crack downstairs. Sekora ran downstairs to see Gordon and Kendrick’s standing in the living room. Both were alive and ok, just a few red marks on their hands and f

Gin gripped his Warhammer in his hand, The war hammer had a 3ft pole ran holding it in place and a guard around the grip like a rapier, It was to ensure it never falls from his hand while he is swinging it around during a long fight. He let out a war cry as he channeled mana into the mana core of his weapon to activate it. He didn't stop there. He channeled mana into the armor he was wearing. Once Gin activated his armor and weapons using the mana stored in the energy cores to cast his spells. They became evenly matched with that much mana reinforcing his body Gin could stand up to the attacks and even push the High Orc back from time to time.

Count Herbert asked Logo with a faint smile, his tone calm and even. “I can begin at any moment,” Loge answered without the slightest hesitation. Beside him, the house steward Lombart, flushed with excitement, hurriedly handed him the war-scythe he had been holding. The Gondarians had always possessed a peculiar fondness for war-scythes. Nearly all of their melee weapons took on some variant of the scythe’s form: Long-handled heavy war-scythes, long-handled light war-scythes, short-handled light war-scythes, double-edged war-scythes, gun-scythes, and many more besides.

Some furious. Marcus whispers to Damon, “She is doing fine.” Damon’s voice is ragged. “It is not the fight I worry about.” The third warrior steps forward. Garron. The strongest of them all. He cracks his neck and smiles. “You lasted longer than I expected.” “Sorry to disappoint.” He laughs. “I like your spirit.” I raise my fists. “Come break it then.” He rushes me with surprising speed. His shoulder slams into my ribs. Pain shoots through me but I stay on my feet. I punch his jaw but he barely flinches. He grabs my waist and throws me across the mat. The impact knocks the air out of me.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.