War Bringer Novels & Stories

to gooo. Sara managed to mumbled these word through the pain that was asssailing her.. No I wont be leaving you just yet; lane spoke up as he kept the battle on going... At this point they had began to approach the middle section of the mountain, the little boy was still observing them like it was all within his expectation.. Suddenly! Sara screams as her aura becomes fully unleashed, crimson light filled with bloodlust appears behind her forming a wolf with thesame body structure as Sara..... This time her slash is accompanied with great might as she nearly ends Lane's life...

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.

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.

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."

His voice shook. “The foreign king has made his declaration.” Cassian’s hand tightened around the letter. “What declaration?” The messenger raised his head. “He has declared war.” Nyra’s heart stopped. “Against whom?” The messenger swallowed. “Against the Lycan Kingdom and Shadowfang.” He looked directly at Nyra. “For the Moonfang heir.”

“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?”