War Lord Novel Novels & Stories

Addy shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned, and then looked back at Beatrix, who was walking back towards his desk. Beatrix immediately sat down and handed a thick book towards Addy. “Read this book because I'm sure you'll find something that can later be useful to you.” She said seriously, but her indeed funny face looked more like a joker. Addy stared intensely at the lavender-covered book with a luxurious throne chair that was irrigated with a lot of blood. Addy's body stiffened, as if something was pulling his into the portal. His blue eyes saw the rapid flashes of a massive empire, the struggle for the throne, and the great war. He also saw a figure of a blue-eyed Alpha in a royal robe wh

Across the rubble-strewn wall, Varrow stepped forward through the mist. The warlord’s armour gleamed like obsidian oil, runes glowing faintly red across its black plates. The crown wrought into his helm was jagged, wrong, a set of barbs curving like broken teeth around his skull. His presence pressed against the air itself; the mist bent away from him, curling back like smoke recoiling from flame. The Guild did not move. The beasts did not move. Even the warlocks below stood still, hands half-raised, waiting.

"When are you going to wake up?" He didn't respond. He couldn't, of course. In the corner, I saw a shelf of books that had both recent and vintage leather-bound novels. I looked over the spines till I saw "The Warrior and the Wolf." Fascinating. Startled at the underlined sections, I pulled it down. The book has been loved on, as seen by the notes in the margins. There were some thoughtful notes. A little snarky. As I read them, I laughed. I certainly did not anticipate a vicious Alpha to act in this manner.

Riley said that blatantly. Hearing this clear and curious explanation, Brockley could only nod several times. On another occasion, Brockley, who had turned twelve years old, then asked for something. “Tell me about the old wars!” Like a history teacher, Riley opened one of the old books that recounted the wars of the BC era. He told about the brave commander who led the war troops. Brockley stood up with a fist clenched. “I will be a warlord too!” he cried in a very loud voice.

And that was why she hadn’t met him before? Yet Westin simply replied with a mysterious smile and an elusive answer, “Yes, my people, AKA the people under my reign.” Aurora frowned. That was practically bullshit. “Oh. And I came to this city because I have noticed the chaos, the turmoil. I want to stay in the center of this storm and keep myself updated on the progress.” “Anyone who is not blind can notice that,” Aurora said coldly. “There is a war.” “There is always a war, between the werewolves and the rogues.” Westin corrected her. “But this one is different. This is no normal war. If someone doesn’t put a stop to this turmoil, the order of this world will be lost, permanently.”

She dismissed it as justice being served. “Well.. There’s this book my dad had. He used to read it to me when I was little, I still read it now because I like it. It’s about werewolves, just like us, in the ancient times when war and killing were the norms. “There were three new soldiers who were sent to war for the first time. Their commander was very good at setting traps for their enemies and also sneaking up on them when they least expect it. “This time, the only way to win was to sneak up on their victims in their sleep and kill them. Their commander gave each of them strategic points to target.

The biggest war that would happen is closer than they ever thought. "I had a vision." Wazir said, breaking the silence. "The Blood kingdom has mobilized their army and are headed for the wasteland. They bring with them promises of blood. People would be decapitated. Death would flow like never before. The sky would turn red for days, even after the war, an orgasmic reaction to its favourite dish of bloodshed." Wazir's eyes went hazy as he thought of it. Darukï was staring at him, his eyes sharp. "Then that means the grand finale is closer than ever." He took in a deep breath and looked at the sky. "It would all soon be over."

the guy chuckled then sniffed releasing me from his hold “I’m not on something, I’m mad that you filthy rich piece of shit just bounces in this area to my ex-girlfriend’s home. You want to show off you have money? Huh?” he pushed me. My heart started to beat as an unusual feeling of tingling sensation on my arms started. I felt my arms sweat. No one has actually ever provoked me the way this guy was doing at the moment, not at home, not at school. No one has ever pushed me.

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.

Adele smiled, “I tell the weapons where to go and where to hit them. We didn’t think this war was going to last this long or that we would have this many to fight. Remus’ coven isn’t more than a couple hundred. Apparently, he has made alliances with other covens, because we have killed triple the size of his coven already.” We walked into the house and Luna Abby, Adele’s grandmother, greeted us, “Well, hello!” I smiled, “Hi Luna Abby. I would like you to meet my parents, King Quincy and Queen Lori of the Southern Werecat Kingdom. Mom, dad, this is Luna Abby, former Luna of Spring River Werewolf Pack and the original creator of the multispecies alliance.” Luna Abby waved me off, “Please, no n