War Lord Novel Novels & Stories

Made perfect sense, but I was also confused. “If he isn’t the beta, does that mean you have two betas?” I inquired because I was confused. A pack only had an Alpha, A beta and sometimes A gamma, who was the head warrior in most cases, but not all. I had never heard of one with two betas.

Through the blinding snow, towering through the dark like a jagged iron crown, the massive stone walls of my kingdom appeared. We were finally in the Blackwood Court. The sight of my own home did not bring me any comfort. Instead, my feral instincts violently exploded. The agonizing pain in my chest instantly vanished, swallowed entirely by a tidal wave of pure, murderous territorial rage. This was not a haven. It was a snake pit. Behind those heavy iron gates were the damp dungeons where he had frozen. Behind those walls was the courtyard where my own guards had torn the flesh from his back. . I straightened my spine, ignoring the sickening, wet sound of my chest wounds ripping wider. The W

“Hidden. Waiting for the wolf born without crown. And now… the world will bleed before it heals.” At the ruins of a castle in Eastern Europe.... A lone alpha, scarred and hardened by endless wars, felt the storm ripple through his bones as he stood on the ramparts. His wolf snarled inside him, pacing, restless. “The Crownless,” he muttered, spitting onto the stones. “So the boy lives after all.” Behind him, his beta shifted nervously. “Alpha, should we… ally? Or prepare for war?” The scarred man’s jaw tightened. His gaze remained on the lightning still flickering in the distance. “Neither. Not yet. The world will move toward him like moths to flame. Some to worship. Others to destroy. We wai

“Riven, listen to me—” Riven covered Luca’s hand with his own. “If I walk away, it finds someone else.” Wolf stiffened. “That’s not your responsibility.” Riven met his gaze. “It is if I’m the only one who can survive it.” He turned back to the throne. And sat. The moment his skin touched stone, the world shattered. THE CROWN’S MEMORY He was everyone. A warlord crowned in blood. A judge who erased districts. A queen who fed rebels to the streets.

Toward the smoke beginning to stain the distant horizon. She looked back at Grey. There was a question inside her eyes. One she didn't need words to ask. What about you? Grey smiled. "I have somewhere else to be." Another roar echoed. Closer. Much closer. The castle shook. Dust drifted from the ceiling. Outside, someone screamed. "The dragons!" War had arrived. Grey immediately straightened. "Lyon. Protect her with your life." Lyon placed one fist over his heart. "I swear upon the Moon Goddess."

"Cedron may think he is smart, but there are winter markers when his brain acts like a complete idiot. If his old head had bothered to run a deep security check on Warlord David’s legendary tracking history, his office wouldn't have hatched this stupid bedroom plan in the first place. Given the Warlord's supreme dominant status across the entire northern sector, his throne could claim any high-born female or elite mate his heart desires, but have your ears ever heard of a single dirty mating scandal involving his name card?" "No, my ears don't think such a whisper exists across the border lines." "Exactly so," Mirelle snarls with dark victory. "Warlord David Duskbane is a highly respectable,

"He can't be a Lord of War!" Theodore Chivers, the leader of the North Sahra Iron Gang and aide to the Weiss family, was also there. His palms churned with inner strength as he stared viciously into Alexander's eyes. "There are only five Lords of War in Wyverna, and each was unapproachable. We're not so unlucky to have encountered one here! "As long as he's not a Lord of War, the Sea of Humans technique is unconquerable. Let's strike together; we will wear him down!"

I told myself over and over again until my heart rate slowly returned to normal and she could no longer hear the wind blowing outside. I returned my gaze to the book I was reading. It was the historical account of the war that happened a hundred years ago. Before the world, as everyone knew it, ended. In 2100, the third largest war in human history took place. But that is not between two countries or groups of countries. It was between vampires and werewolves. That was right, vampires and werewolves.

“Ronald Black also known as the Northern Black Tortoise of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” “Amadeus Soran, the strategic commander of the Four Great War Gods from the Southern Warzone.” Every single one of them was a well-known military figure in the Southern Warzone, capable of causing a typhoon with a lift of their fingers. They were so powerful that one word from them could determine one’s life and death. After they introduced themselves, Dax then introduced Andrius sitting on the main seat of the table. “This man here is the Wolf King.” What?!