Was Arlong A Warlord Novels & Stories

One explosion after another erupted as a new wave of assault began. Alonzo lay half-sprawled on the ground, looking up at the artillery fire whistling through the air, and let out a bitter laugh. He knew Andrew would not let this opportunity slip by. Abyss City's forces were nowhere near depleted, and their trump card, the Highland Tribe warriors, had not even been deployed yet. Alonzo was a veteran powerhouse of the Ludendorff family. Naturally, he was able to see everything clearly. He knew that Andrew had been waiting for precisely this moment.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

Archer Pov: I got back to the Mansion and met the elders sitting on the sofa, waiting patiently for me. Immediately they saw me, they all greeted me and I responded, I sat down with Elder Fridolf. “What are you doing here now?” I asked, gazing at him. “Archer, have you forgotten you became a leader? As a leader there are many things you need to take notice of, you are the strongest among everyone in this pack so you need to train those that will go for the war” Elder Adalwolf said.

It was obvious that he was not a man of war, he didn’t have that aura around him. “And those children will still fight ours, and the goddess forbids that they should win against us, what then will happen to our children?” “That’s enough, there’s no need for the argument.” Alvar said, silencing the two parties and their supporters. He didn’t have an answer yet, and it wasn’t like the battles he had fought to conquer the rogues but it has to do with the packs that swore their allegiance to him. What was he going to do? Caierre watched him, every expression changing with each passing minute.

"We are returning to our territory today, and we are absolutely not starting a war with this Warlord over a ridiculous rumor." The two hundred heavily armed rival warriors lowered their wooden spears and sheathed their silver blades quickly because they were already eager to abandon the foolish conflict. While the warriors turned around to march back into the thick green forest, several large guards grabbed the three exiled elders aggressively by the collars of their expensive robes. The three older men screamed and begged for mercy, but the Blood River warriors ignored their protests and dragged them forcefully across the dirt line. Alpha Thomas stumbled backward over the border, completely

“Yes.” Liam ran a hand through his hair. “That’s impossible.” Kai’s jaw clenched tightly. “Not impossible.” Aria looked between them. “Who is he?” None of the brothers answered immediately. Finally Ezra spoke. “Darius was a warlord.” “A rogue Alpha,” Liam added quietly. Kai’s voice was colder than she had ever heard it. “He tried to unite rogue packs years ago.” “What happened to him?” Aria asked. “We killed him,” Ezra said flatly.

It was like this always and every time the total number of selected warriors wasn't more than fifteen or twenty, which was very less. Before them, Xander used to follow the agenda of keeping fewer warriors but the best ones, like the one-man army theory. It was working till now because they weren't threatened by great powerful forces. Rasmus recalled how his father used to tell them about one of his wars against the rogues. He won but it was difficult, it wouldn't have been possible without his Vampire friend Azure, whose son was none other than Lennox. But now the enemy wasn't the same. At that time all the packs were with Xander because they had a common enemy but this time perhaps the f*c

the Queen looked up and smiled, then she said to the man, " these men, these warriors are not don't have, and never needed, reinforcement, they can't be beaten, they are far more than any armies, no one ever will be able to stand these one. With these few, even hundred kingdoms amount to nothing, so I will advise we let them be, for now. THE WARLORDS Aro and one of the warlord's favorite soldiers went hunting, in a forest not far, they don't know much about the kingdom anymore, they needed time to see what they must know, about anything new in the kingdom, so they are very careful not to be noticed by the locals, they knew their look was more like a big teeth to the peace of the kingdom. It

“Attempt so than.” “That was why I was sent here.” He admitted. “But I’ve come to hear whispers of late. And this close to you now, I’m certain they are true.” “Whispers about what?” “That you are not merely the King’s minion. That you may be something more.” “And you’ve decided, have you?” Warlord eyed him suspiciously. “I can sense what you are.” “A mage. Everyone knows that.” “But not that you’re also a wolf.” Warlord’s head cocked in interest. “And what would make you think that?”

Not if I wanted to help us both longer-term. Two more people trooped down the stairs, too, appearing from nowhere in this clown car of a house: a heavily tattooed guy with long blond hair who turned out to be Arik, the mysterious shaman, and a serious, dark-haired alpha named Matthew whom everyone deferred to, it seemed like. And then they stuck me on an ancient, ratty plaid couch, pulled a bunch of rusty folding chairs out of a closet so they could sit around me, and told me to tell the whole story.