Warhammer Book Of Grudges Mga Nobela at Kwento

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

“Let’s get one thing straight—I know damn well the only reason some of you even tolerate me is because you want me to finish what you couldn’t: destroy the Royal City. You want a war. You want blood. But I’m telling you now, that’s not the war knocking at our door.” A low murmur rolled through the chamber like thunder on the horizon. Alpha Oscar of Hillspark narrowed his gaze. “Then what kind of enemy are we talking about?” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly, feeling the gravity of what I was about to say. “They call themselves Grimhowl. I don’t know what the fuck that means—but they’re no ordinary wolves.” I paused, watching confusion crawl across their faces. “They… lacked souls.” “L

Now, thanks to Vlad, King William has been killed. Prince Alexander began gathering his troops and thanking the Alphas for their service. Following the new vampire king's dismissal, the Trolls and goblins return to where they came from. After the war was over, Alexi and Nicolas gathered their warriors and ordered them back to the pack grounds. Samantha's daughter was missing, and they needed to find out where she had gone and why? In Alexi's opinion, this was not a victory. It was true the King was dead, but the werewolves should have killed him. Considering this, "The wicked King is dead."

More determined than ever to rid the world of every Triad facility ever erected, and then going after Zazel and the army of moon walkers he was building. A/N- Greetings book beanz! This brings us to the end of LOTW 2 and will lead us into the final chapter. The title of book 3 along with its Title have yet to be announced; keep an eye out in The Legacy Dome for all future endevors. I can not thank you all enough for being part of this story with me, the journey has been long and not alwasy easy. Thank you for growing with me, and keeping the light on, even when I couldnt keep it on for myself.

“From this point forward, I, the great Rhys Gold, and my associates Toby Irons, Arthur Leadquist, and Maddox McCopper will now be known as your Metallic Lords. Or Lord for shorts, we’ll give you that preference. “Now, we all know the only things that will never change are how morally questionable and life-threatening they are. So, if you are not up for the challenges, lacking in insurance, or weighed down by that pesky, little voice at the back of your head you call a conscience, you are free to exit now.”

The Sivercrest pack helped by members of the Whitefang pack was gaining ground on them killing more and more of their warriors. The war had already gone on for over twenty-four hours and they were all exhausted from the fighting. More wolves soon launch at them and they each take on as much as they can. These wolves looked different and savage with big red eyes and smelled horrible... one of the wolves moves forward growling menacingly at him, he launches for his already bleeding shoulder and tries to bite out a chunk from it which he dodges him and the wolf tumbles to the ground with a big fall, he looked very upset now as he was snarling ferociously at him and with a totally unnoticeable m

The growl that escaped his lips was more than just a warning. I snapped my head up to see his glowing red eyes, and it was terrifying. Werewolves usually had golden eyes, but Alphas were different. They had red eyes, a true definition that they were different from the rest of us. My hands were shaking and I did not realise how much he terrified me looking like that. I shrank into myself and pushed back against the wall to get away from him. I was not stupid to think that I could take on an Alpha, even though I was an Alpha’s daughter.

I moved my flashlight to where I saw a row of old armor lined up against the wall, there were some rusty swords and shields that I couldn't help but think that these shields had been here way before the Lycan King had even been born, there must have been used for a battle a hundred years ago or even more. There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the ne

Wang Luo was murdered in cold blood and the vestigial grudge and unrest would slowly grow into the aura of Malicious Grudge and a reanimated Wang Luo would have risen from dead, back to exact vengeance if not for Xiao Chen's interference to lay him back to rest peacefully. Malicious Grudge auras aging more than a thousand years are known as Heavy Grudge auras which are further classified into several levels. The Corpse King that Xiao Chen fought against radiated only an ordinary Heavy Grudge aura. But what Red Sleeve has was the very worst of them all. A fit of anger and hatred that would never fade, one that could only be birthed if a person is brutally, cruelly, and wrongly killed.

His high-pitched wail split the darkness, as cups clattered to the ground, the sound echoing through the ranks. It was then I noticed that not all of them had drunk the infected grog. At least two dozen of them, the servants who’d delivered the beverages, had not been invited to join the warriors. Even a few members of the monster army looked around in confusion as their brothers dropped dead beside them, their cells disintegrating into nothing.