War Lord Novel Novels & Stories

But not before he grabbed 3 of their men which he brought back as prisoners. Vallezarii fought the urge to sigh. He created the monster in Dymas, the monster was his dog, his secret weapon so he took responsibility for his actions. Yet even dogs should be restrained when they disobey their masters. "Dymas, you do realize that the leaders of Kronus would demand war for this." "Not if we demand war first for the blood of our women and children." He moved forward. "If your majesty fears the event of war, you have no fear. My sword is ever at your service."

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

You’re not her. I raised my hands again, fire blazing brighter, surer. The battlefield became a storm. Wolves and men, blood and flame, steel and bone. The ground shook with every clash, every roar, every death cry. The dawn light bled into the smoke-filled sky, painting it red and gold, as if the sun itself had come to witness the war. And still, through the chaos, one truth rang clear: The Alpha King’s army was endless. And this was only the beginning.

Behind her, she felt it before she heard him. Heat. Power. Breath. And then—voice. “You are not ready to leave.” His voice was low, almost quiet, but the sound of it vibrated through the walls like it was born from the mountain itself. She turned slowly, her body trembling. The Warlord stood at the end of the corridor. He wore only a long black robe, open and hanging loose around his hips, revealing the breadth of his scarred, scaled chest. His bare feet were silent against the stone. He looked more myth than man—effortless, commanding, as calm as if he’d been expecting her.

he thought he was courting had been stolen and discarded long ago. My wolf shifted, a low, mournful whine vibrating in our shared soul. She didn't understand "purity" or "sin." To her, I was simply the survivor who had outlived the monsters. She nudged at the walls of my shame, trying to remind me that the only thing "lost" was the peace of a girl forced to become a warrior too soon.

Chapter 7 On kataros's led ships news of the battle between zeno and the allies armies of Jupiter, Saturn and Mars reached kataros as he was approaching planet sar to fight his half brother Karl for the planet dominance. Soldier:(comes into kataros's chamber)sire I have news Kataros: what news is that? Soldier:sire the planets of Jupiter, Saturn and Mars had brought a million men to fight Zeno's part of the army but was defeated and the prince of Mars and his third in command was captured

"Should I be worried, sir? About Arabelle being more capable than expected?" "On the contrary." The man looked at Arabelle's photo again—the fierce intelligence in her eyes, the strength in her posture. "I'm impressed. Dante chose well, even if he chose for the wrong reasons. She would have made an excellent addition to our original partnership, back when we were building this empire together." "That's... oddly respectful." "I respect worthy adversaries. I just don't let that respect stop me from destroying them." He gathered the photos of Arabelle into a folder. "She killed the Wolf. Fine. That tells me she's formidable. But being formidable in combat and being prepared for psychological wa

I noted. ​"He did," Marcus confirmed. "He plays the ruthless mercenary, but he takes care of the men who bleed for him. It's a rare trait in a Warlord." ​Because she's not a Warlord, I thought, the phantom thread in my chest pulling taut. She's an Omega who knows what it feels like to be abandoned by her pack. ​"General Vesh!" I called out, my voice carrying over the clash of shields. ​The Warlord paused, turning the terrifying visor toward me. The entire yard fell silent. Two hundred Blackwood wolves and five hundred Legionnaires snapped to attention, waiting to see if their Alpha and their General were about to tear each other apart.

The second we stepped inside, the ancient book—without anyone touching it—flew open on its own and glowed brightly. Micha and I exchanged a look and rushed to it. We were excited about another adventure of mysteries. We didn't care about Elder Parker. We didn't care about consequences. This was bigger. This was the truth we needed. The truth we wanted. The ancient book began: --- "Dear reader, welcome. This ancient book has been waiting for you." Then the pages flipped themselves. **"As previously stated, the War of Realms ended, but the war between the Vampires and Werewolves continued. King Roosevelt was enraged. He burned cities in the Werewolf realm. He killed and killed, destroying ever

I am known to be the scarred Alpha, one who has fought many battles to hold the throne of Orizon from its many contesters in the past. War is something I derive pleasure in. I like the smell of blood, the sound of blade against blade, the prowling sound of wolves as the ground rumbles. Thus, when King Magnus of the Elanor kingdom was found to play a part in treason, I took it against myself to seek his throne and add it to one of my many trophies. There was nothing I couldn’t get, there is no war that I am incapable of wining.