War Bringer Novels & Stories

They were warriors, each standing as the embodiment of their kind, their fates inexorably tied to the outcome of this conflict. ‌ And then, as if summoned by the fates themselves, a figure emerged from the shadows. Sabrina, the Scarlet Witch, descended upon the battlefield, her presence electrifying. Her crimson cloak billowed around her, a beacon of power and purpose in the midst of the turmoil. ‌ "Enough!" Her voice, laden with authority, cut through the clamor like a blade. Her gaze swept across the warring factions, demanding attention and respect. "This war ends now." ‌ David's glare was a reflection of his internal struggle, torn between his ambition and the reality of the destruction

I sighed and followed her inside. She stood next to a tall and broad man with orange hair and huge muscles. He had kind blue eyes with long lashes and freckles around his nose and cheeks. He wore the uniform of a gamma warrior, equipped with weapons, which wasn’t unusual for a gamma warrior. He matched my Uncle Don when it came to his uniform, except Donovan had a red symbol on his chest indicating that he was the leader. Bri grabbed this gentlemen’s arm and pulled him closer to her, that smile never leaving her lips.

That change was often known as; a Weapon Skill. The spear within the glass confines of the display case in front of him had one as mentioned. It's name was both ominous and straight to the point. DuskBringer Skill, (Night Trail): When DuskBringer is thrown, a trail of darkness follows in its wake that covers the distance the spear travels.

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

I chuckled. "It's a free show. You're only seeing live what you watch on your phones anyway. And don't lie and say you don't," Tyce taunted us. We all laughed, immediately groaning from the pain it caused. "Blake, Alexander, Tyson, I owe all of you," Alpha Antoine spoke in his French Canadian accent. "Both Lune Nordique and Bois Sombre are at your disposal. Any time you need help, our warriors are yours." "That's all we ask," Alex responded. "You can never have too many friends when it comes to war."

I huffed, “Last night was different, nobody slept at all last night. The coven that shared a main house with the warlock who took me has declared war to try to get me in their coven for good. My grandfather, King Parker of the werebear kingdom, had been conditioning a warrior named Bridget as my body double. We are both trained in the same exact fighting styles and we look a lot alike. She even has my mannerisms down. She just doesn’t know how to cook yet. Last night, some of the dark warlocks got in the house and a couple of them managed to take Bridget. We got her back, but she’s concussed from one of them hitting her on the head to knock her out. I guess she was fighting them as hard as I

Closer, a little bit closer. ”Now! Fire the cannons!” I thundered, and the words had not died on my lips when I heard the resounding boom of the cannons firing, the black-spotted balls of flame climbing high over our heads to scatter into the plains underneath, dispersing some of the films, but the werewolves kept coming. “More! Don't stop firing!” I bellowed, just as the wave crashed into the gate and shook the exterior wall, the force of the gust swiping a few archers to plunge to their deaths below as the war cry of my troops rose, metal clashing with claw.

The second army from the Borlal kingdom was approaching and only a few kilometers away. Their army is 2x the number of the first troop and led by 4 heroes. There is Joko Satoru with 2 shot guns, Alex with a sniper rifle, Des with a sword that can extend like a whip and a Priest named Mia as support. Each of them led 50,000 troops, and Mia and the healing troops were only 10,000 people. Not only that, there was also the magician army of 20 thousand people and also the holy church's magician army of less than 10 thousand people. In front of the troop, there are 4 cannons that are the same as those used by Amura.

Eric just blinks at me, and I rise to my feet, approaching the bed. "There's a war going on between the hybrids and the werewolves. When the battle comes, I want you beside me," I demand. I can see the anger in Eric, how deep it roots already. "Your people did this to me. My father..." he trails off, shaking his head. "And you want me to fight for you? I'd rather die with my own kind than join your cruel cause." From the corner of my eye, I can see Ryan jostling awake with the sudden rising tones, but I make no indication that I'm aware of this. This is my moment, and I will recruit Eric. No matter the cost.

That is a declaration of war. *****************************************