Warlord Of Draenor Plot Novels & Stories

The wolves bowed their heads. Draegon paced slowly around the chamber, each step echoing like thunder. “Prepare the Ravagers,” he ordered. Gasps echoed. Varkon blinked. “The Ravagers, Alpha? They haven’t been released in years.” Draegon stopped, smiling. “Precisely.” He looked around at his warriors, proud, strong, brutal and his voice deepened into a growl. “Dark Moon believes they are hunting for truth.” His lips curled back into a predatory smile.

I have no weakness, I have no fear, people fear me instead. My right-hand man, Ola was right behind me as I moved, snapping heads off their necks and one that proved stubborn got his limbs removed as well. I kept on walking without looking back, I kept on moving. All these little preys of vampires and rogues and werewolves weren't who I had my fight with. My fight was with the bastard called Draenei. As I opened the door to his stinking throne room, he was right there. Sitting on his pathetic throne that'll end up being his burial ground. The shock was evident on his face as he stared at me but he quickly shook it off and smirked.

Furthermore, there was only one person who had the ability and the chance to set him up now. “Oh?” Dax looked at him in amazement and said, “I thought that you were invincible, Wolf King. I didn’t think there was someone bolder than you. Who is that person? I’ll have to bring him to my side so that you stop badgering me every day.” Andrius stared at Dax and said with a vague smile, “Go ahead. It’s the Second War God.” “Ah, uh...” Dax was speechless again. “Wolf King, are you joking? You’re already dead on paper, and the emperor has erected a memorial for you. What reason would he have to deal with you?”

“As far as I am aware, you and the Overlord don’t have any business together. So, why would you be concerned about him?” “Because…” Zara quickly bit back the words she was about to utter. “Because?” Their bodies were still flowing with the river and Zoey's grasp around her waist was still intact. More reluctant to give a response, Zaramanni’s gaze fell on the mountain of trees ahead, her incisors biting into the flesh of her lower lip. “Because?” Zoey’s low voice asked again and Zara found herself giving him a response in her mind. 'Because it means that the dragon is right. And, that means that war will indeed recur in Zenrada.’

The nursery melted. We were back on the battlefield. Smoke crackled beneath our feet, and the screams of wolves echoed from distant ridges. I saw Silas in my mind, blood on his muzzle, Bashar’s fangs in his shoulder. I saw Dalton collapsed. I saw Damien half-buried in rubble. Draco stepped close, voice soft. “You want to end the war? Surrender to me.” I said nothing. He extended his hand. “You will be my queen. Your children will inherit eternity. I will erase every enemy who touched your life. Even that fool Silas. You will never fear again.”

--- Tomorrow, I’ll call my war council. Not the old packs. Not the broken rogues. Something darker. The Dreaded Seven. A cabal of wolves who answer only to power and payment. They don’t believe in prophecy. They believe in fear. And if Thorold wants to prove he’s worthy of this world, then let him bleed for it. Let him see that the war won’t wait for his coronation. It will come from within. From blood. From me. --- I stand on the balcony once more, the wind tearing through my hair like a challenge.

Then toward the shadows where Victoria had stood earlier. “And I will find out who.” Because deep down— Draven knew something was wrong. Too many pieces didn’t fit. Too many coincidences had aligned perfectly. Someone had orchestrated this. And whoever that person was— They had just declared war on the King family. Draven had already decided one thing. He would tear the entire world apart if he had to. But he would uncover the truth behind Kael and Elara. No matter how dangerous it became.

You have a warlord to kill. He found Kael Blackthorn at the center of the battlefield, surrounded by his remaining elite guard. The warlord was massive, his body covered in scars, his eyes burning with madness. "Drake Hale," Kael said, his voice a low rumble. "I've heard of you. They say you're the greatest warrior of your generation." "They exaggerate," Drake said, his sword raised. "Do they?" Kael smiled, revealing teeth filed to points. "Let's find out."

“We will make sure his death meant something.” Lunara’s fading spectral form still hovered near the old oak. Her silver light grew weaker with every moment. She spoke directly into the minds of every loyal wolf. “Killing Thorn has awakened something older. The broken balance has stirred ancient northern packs that once feared the Lunaris line. One of them, a warlord named Korran, has already begun moving south. He is a massive, battle-scarred alpha from the far north. He seeks to claim all territories after sensing the power shift.” I turned toward Lunara. “How much time do we have?”