War Bringer Novels & Stories

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.

I don't move, much less breathe, which he seems to take as an encouragement to go on. “From what I was told, it is not going to be a normal war. It is going to be brought on by… by a… I mean… it's a…” “Deity,” I supply. “What?” “Deity. Void specifically. That is his name.” “What- how? How did you know that? I had only just gotten… wait. She told me that someone… a couple would lead the charge. A descendent of the goddess herself and her mate. Are you-”

Then silence. “Go on,” I said. Ash cleared his throat and began reading aloud. “Wanted: Kaliah of the fallen Silver Moon bloodline. Blind. Dangerous. A threat to order. Reward: 50,000 credits—alive. 25,000—dead. By decree of Alpha Axel.” I let the silence sit for a moment before I muttered, “Idiot.” He really thought he was that important? But underneath the anger was something colder. Realer. He didn’t want to bring me back anymore.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."

The messenger froze ane even Nyra froze. Cassian stepped forward. “Listen carefully.” His voice thundered across the chamber. “Nyra is not property.” Nobody moved. “She is not a reward.” The room remained silent. “She is not something to trade for political favors.” Several nobles lowered their heads and Cassian pointed toward the torn paper. “If any kingdom wants her.” His voice darkened. “They will go through me.” The message was clear, every person understood it. War. That was what he was offering.

“I always wondered where it was hidden. Unlike the other weapons, I had no idea who had stolen it or how, for none other than me, you, and your brothers, can handle its power. To think the Universe Will had been the thief. I get it now. Since it is technically not a living thing, Chaos Bringer did not reject its touch.” Cronos mumbled quietly. Chaos Bringer was his companion, just like the two other weapons he possessed; but unlike the two, Chaos Bringer was bound to his bloodline. Apart from Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, no one else could use it. Reus and the others born to Zeus would not be able to use it either. They were not Cronos’ direct descendants. Mane was not Cronos’ direct descendant

Warren of Bane pack nervously began to pace once again, running his hands through his waves of hair. " What is all the commotion?" A warm breeze suddenly washed over Makaria and the other skin, goose bumps pebbling their skin at the voice of such authority. Their goddess appeared suddenly along with her animal companions, all in their ferocious, saliva dripping glory. She was a sight to be hold in her moonlight cream tunic with her dangling weapons tied like a sash around her waist. " We are watching a tragedy of Warren and Pomelia take place my goddess," Callisto chuckled as the few other around Makaria began to slip away, making way for thier goddess.

"The Divine Being, with the help of the dragons and a small group of humans who remained loyal to their world, fought valiantly against the Destroyer and its Tainted followers," the voice said. Darkness crept over the world, like a suffocating shroud. The Tainted emerged, their bodies twisting and contorting, elongating into grotesque, inhuman shapes. Wren's gaze fell upon one Tainted, its eight arms splayed out like a macabre spider. Each arm wielded a different instrument of war: a drum, its surface etched with ancient runes; a flute, its melody a haunting whisper; a harp, its strings vibrating with an otherworldly energy.

She turned her attention to Warren, “Who is your male companion?” Theria squeezed his arm and smiled, “Meet Warren Vandal eidolon wielder...” She paused as Archon appeared two feet in front of her, “This is his Eidolon, Archon.” Grace's eyes squinted at Warren, “You're the one with the dead mother?” as promised to talk to grace was like being smacked with a wooden mallet. “Yes, Captain,” Warren called Archon back. “From what I heard you handled yourself well. I am pleased to have you aboard...What does she want?”