War Lord Novel Novels & Stories

Cos once they start fighting, they don't know how to sWOUNDS IBERU KINGDOM I don't know much about these kingdom we had from you, and if the they truly exist, then I will love to be united with them, all my life I have heard of humans in other dimensions, and I have always imaging what it will look like, to see people with different culture associatinkinds THE WARLORD

Chapter 21 Showdown Waiting was the absolute worst. Well, no. Being chained up and tortured was worse than waiting, and honestly, hiking was maybe even less fun than the torturing. But waiting sucked. Dor sat cross-legged a few feet from me, slowly running some kind of cloth over the edges of his sword, which wasn’t unsettling at all, and he seemed perfectly content to just hang out until the war started. This probably wasn’t his first rodeo. Hell, it probably wasn’t his thousandth rodeo.

“You carry the Veilblade. You came seeking answers. You walked willingly into the maw of fate. And now, you will understand what it truly means.” Elior braced himself as the world darkened. The throne room shattered, and suddenly, he was standing somewhere else. A battlefield. Blood soaked the earth, bodies littered the ground. Soldiers clashed—werewolves, warriors, kings—all of them caught in an endless war. And in the center of it all, the First King stood, wielding a blade that pulsed with dark energy. The same energy that now coiled around Elior’s own weapon. Elior staggered back, breath catching. “This—this is—”

But it never came He was tackled down by a huge wolf who radiated power. I don't know what happened after that. I don't know how long I was there holding Viktor in my arms, "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. But I could hear nothing I could feel nothing. All I felt was hollowness, my heart, my soul, my mind even the smallest cell of my body had left me.

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Across a distant desert, another beam awakened a colossal warrior buried beneath endless sand. In the heart of a forgotten volcano, molten lava erupted as a third general opened blazing crimson eyes. And beneath the endless ocean... Something ancient stirred. Four generals. Four kingdoms. One war. And somewhere in the darkness, James smiled. "The game has truly begun."

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

"I turned eighteen today." I got into Sinners alright but after my first step in, I had a quick rethink of my impulsive decision. The interior was smoky and dim, a whiff of something in the air loosened my body and right beside me on a chair that was groaning for its dear life were two werewolves fucking loudly. I took a shocked step back but a drunk couple shoved me forward. "Get out of the way!" The female snarled. "Okay!" I squeaked and melted into the shadows.

It was so unfair that my nephew had to suffer the same fate as his mother. The royal physician rushed in with two guards behind her. They were carrying Avani in their arms. They laid him before the dais, a few feet away to where the werewolf girl knelt. Everyone seems to have forgotten about her, our attention focused on Avani. My father, High Lord of the Shadowborn, rose from his seat, a mournful expression on his face. He stared at Avani on the floor well as he thrashed against the plague. His hands were already burnt to crisp. It was only a matter of time before his entire body succumbed to the flames.

The cavern shook. And the Warlords’ horns went silent. The Warlords came at dawn. Five of them. Each one a Blood Moon lord who’d ruled their own territory for centuries. Each one hungry for Valen’s throne. They didn’t knock. They attacked. The courtyard exploded as the first Warlord shifted mid-air. 10 feet tall, bones like blades, red eyes burning. “Valen is weak!” the Warlord roared. “The girl is untested! We take the Court now!”