War Lord Novel Novels & Stories

The trees grew closer together, the crystal branches intertwining above them, creating a canopy that blocked out the sky. The whispering grew louder, and they could now make out Adelia’s voice clearly. She was calling their names, begging for help. They followed the sound until they reached a clearing, where they saw Adelia standing in the centre, surrounded by a group of shadowy figures. Russe and Reina transformed into their werewolf form again, ready for battle. They charged towards the figures, their claws slashing through the darkness. As they fought, they caught glimpses of the figures’ faces, and their blood ran cold. They were the lost souls of the forest, trapped in this realm and c

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

Chapter 2: The Enemy Camp Raid King Torvald moved like a shadow through the enemy camp under the cover of night, his dark cloak blending with the trees as his small elite strike team slipped between tents. The rival warlord’s forces slept soundly after a day of drinking and boasting, but Torvald’s focus was razor-sharp on one target: the warlord’s legendary lieutenant, a towering brute said to possess the largest cock in the northern territories. Torvald’s own thick length was already half-hard inside his breeches at the mere thought. The king had sacked villages, claimed warriors, and built his reputation on taking what he wanted and tonight, he wanted the biggest prize yet.

He drew his broken claymore, the rune-etched steel catching the first light of the morning sun. "And the rest of the world?" he asked. "The rest of the world can wait," I said. "We have a family to protect. And a son who needs to learn that in this world, you are either the Architect or the scrap." I walked back into the Kremlin, the heavy doors hissing shut behind me. The silence returned, but it wasn't the silence of peace. It was the silence of a kingdom being born from the ash. The war with the stars was a prologue. The real story was just beginning. And with 112 chapters ahead of us, the world was going to learn that the Architect didn't just build grids.

“You look worried.” “They’re talking about my brother.” “Being a Warlord for King Detry?” Vanquish’s tone hardened. “I know that name. Surely he’s not!” “Why?” “Because Warlord is the one that first came to our village and ripped it apart, slaughtering enough of our wolves that when the mages came the next day, we had no defense...Then the pack plagues. But it all started with Warlord...” Oh, no.

It was him. A storm wearing his skin. A wound in the world, bleeding light that wasn’t light at all. And the worst part—the part that made my breath stick in my throat— Was that he looked calm. Not cold. Not cruel. Just calm. Like everything burning around him was exactly the way it was supposed to be. The Warlord rose out of the crater Kael had driven him into, molten blood dripping from cracks in his obsidian armor. And he was smiling. “Better,” he rumbled, shaking dust from his bone crown. “So much better.”

•Welcome! This story is going to be dark. There is going to be a lot of violence, abuse and swearing. This is going to contain explicit scenes of physical violence, dignity demolition and drug use. It is a dark romance! '''''\ Don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above mentioned topics . . . ''''On a lighter note:'''' This is going to be a beautiful tale of teens' love, friendship and enmity as well. Family drama, you name it.

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

Darwin, on the other hand, would fight to the very end of his days. With his left hand, he gripped his javelin, while his right hand unfolded his leash in preparation to meet the ferocious werewolves. After all, the troll was considerably more intelligent than the werewolves and the lion, and it would contemplate and take its time, watching him and waiting for its turn. As a result, he was aware that it would have to wait for its turn to appraise his abilities. Dar could perhaps be the next. First and foremost, eliminate the insignificant opponents. He thought to himself.

Alpha wrapped his arms around my legs, stroking up my calf in soothing circles. This week, I’d have to Claim two soon to be kings, solve a murder, and prove my worthiness, when venturing into Wolve Empire for the first time. All of which filled me with a terror that made my jerremy curl around me like a cocoon. Yet nothing could save me from the true danger: if I messed up, I’d be the reason that the sorcereses and the wolves went to war.