War Bringer Novels & Stories

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war. Outside the tent, warriors began to gather—drawn by some unseen signal. They stood in formation, weapons ready, faces painted with those ancient symbols. Lady Seraphine stepped outside, and we followed. "The Breaker has arrived," she announced to the assembled crowd. "The one the prophecies foretold. The omega who will lead us against the Void Emperor." Cheers erupted. Warriors banged weapons against shields in rhythmic approval. I had not asked to be a leader. Had not wanted this responsibility.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

Every warrior turned. The witches dropped to their knees, bowing low, their foreheads pressed to the dust. Vampires recoiled, shielding their eyes against her brilliance. Wolves lifted their muzzles and howled, their voices raw with both fear and reverence. Even the air vibrated, heavy with recognition. Jaiyana let her voice carry, clear and commanding. “I am here to learn. To fight. And to ensure we are ready. But more than that, I am here to help you stand together. Every one of you. This war will not wait, and neither can we.”

The elders were merciless when it came to bloodlines. Something about him made me pause. “Stand him up “ I ordered my men. One of my warriors helped him to his feet. He swayed, weak. He did not resist. I stepped closer. At first, I only saw an Omega who had caused chaos in my brother’s pack. That was all. A problem. A threat to order. When I stood right in front of him and truly looked into his eyes everything changed. He looked up at me slowly. Our gazes locked.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

I grabbed the bat from the corner, swinging it experimentally, tasting the metallic weight in my hands. The thought of making them kneel, of forcing obedience, gave me a sick thrill. But then I saw him - my brother, Alpha Roman - arriving with his warriors, eyes sharp, presence commanding. The air seemed to hum with authority, a force stronger than my own, stronger than the fire Rahab and I could muster.

I can feel my tears forming and dropping. Please, don't take him away from me! Please! And I finally drift into painful unconsciousness! ****** *WILLIAM* “From my observation, it seems that the warriors will all be coming from the strongest Packs of different cardinal territories. Hera came from Aquatic of the South,Aurora from Greenspan of the west and Zoe from Mystic of the East. Now, the fourth warrior Iris will for sure come from the strongest Pack of the South, Bronchus.” Zack states in length.

Her black dress is torn, blood streams down her arm, but her eyes are filled with triumph. “You still don’t understand,” she says, panting. “Callum is not just a child. He is the weapon they have been waiting for. A living Bridge that can kill werewolves and control humans. With him, the Architects can reset the entire supernatural world. And I am going to deliver him.” She pulls out another device—smaller, deadlier-looking—and presses it. The floor beneath us vibrates. Hidden panels open in the walls. More agents dressed in black pour out, surrounding me.

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."