War Bringer Novels & Stories

But as I looked closely, I could see them watching us carefully. ‘There..no..we are trapped in here. There is no way we could get past them.’ I gulped in some air, as the one with the horizontal plume began to speak. “Welcome to the Makedon Empire. You visitors have been as some of you are no doubt aware have been enslaved by us. The lawful subjects of his Imperial Highness, Emperor Alexander IV. We are members of the Imperial central army, V Legion. You are now soldiers in the newly formed slave corps. Your job is simple. Attack and kill what we tell you to. However, for you the Imperial Emperor has given you all one divine blessing. If you fight and win ten battles. You will no longer be s

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

SELENA POV The first light of dawn barely pierced the horizon when we moved. The armies were ready, silent, and tense, waiting for the signal. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from anticipation. Today, the war officially began, and I would lead the first strike. I gripped my hybrid blade tightly, feeling the hum of its power, the thrum of my tribrid energy beneath my skin. This was not just a battle, it was a statement. A declaration that Ayla and her allies would regret every move they had made.

The war claimed many lives and went on for years until two of the fiercest warrior women; the Demon Zara, Hades’s most trusted Lieutenant and the Angel Alysa, Suzaku’s most trusted commander, died fighting each other. The Gods were grief stricken and ended the war immediately before it claimed any more of those they loved. A truce was made between the Gods as they retrieved Zara and Alysa’s souls and combined them to form a being which was neither Demon, nor Angel but both. And thus, I was born. A celestial hybrid, but a hybrid none the less. It is the biggest secret of my life…or it was, until a few moments ago.

Willow retorted quickly, showcasing the nervousness in her tone. “Then I'm not nervous too.” Alpha Oizys finally rose from his feet and silence fell over the arena. He cleared his throat and began. “Today, we gather to witness the strength of our future, the skill of those who seek to stand before us. The world does not forgive weakness, nor do we. Only the strong, the dedicated, and the capable will earn her place on the throne as our next Luna Queen. Let this test determine who among you has the power to protect our pack, and who will be left behind.” His voice, deep and resonant, reached every corner of the vast space. “Give it your best.”

He mutters, moving closer. “What's wrong?” Mathias asks, concerned. Kell raises his hand to warn him away from Amara. “Who... who are you?” He asks Amara. Amara's face contorts into an evil smile. “I am the destroyer. And I am coming, my little Nephilim. I suggest you and this beautiful Breija prepare.” He says with a sing-song voice. It's scary and disconcerting at the same time.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

“Hikaru and I have decided that we will become the new Guildmasters of the Stormbringer Guild.” “That means we are kings,” Hikaru declared. “Two Guildmasters.” Aurelius raised an amused look. “How rare.” “But no warriors to command,” one of the commanders quipped with a Spanish accent. He had the helmet and armor that he was undoubtedly from Sixteenth-Century Spain. “Watch your mouth, Alvarez,” Masaru exclaimed. “The Storm Brothers are still worth a gold-class. Once the Third Great War starts, the Stormbringer will rise again.” “So long as you don’t break our contract during the course of this new war,” Aurelius said with a shrug and a smug. “I’m fine with you elevating to platinum-class.”

The once-segregated realms of witches, werewolves, vampires, and other creatures of the night merged into a harmonious whole, celebrating their diversity while acknowledging their shared humanity. Luna and Elijah's descendants became known as the "Bridgeborn," symbolic of their role in bridging the gaps between supernatural beings. They inherited not only their ancestors' supernatural abilities but also their deep-rooted sense of empathy and justice. The Bridgeborn served as intermediaries, mediators, and ambassadors, ensuring that conflicts were resolved peacefully and that the ideals of love and unity were upheld.

My heart skipped a beat, scared that I might be too late. The first gate was opened as I slowed the car, I rolled down the window to identify myself. “I'm Ayla ..” “Lady Ayla of Stormbringer, welcome, my lady,” the guard said, and I looked at him with surprise. The guards behind him saluted as well. “I have been a Stormbringer, Commander,” I said after noticing the stripes on his uniform. “You'll always be a Stormbringer, my lady. It's in your blood. Welcome Home,” he saluted, and opened the inner gate for me to drive through.