Was Arlong A Warlord Novels & Stories

Alora opened her computer and turned it on. Alora was getting all her files to send to Ares on his soldiers and who did what and their evaluations. Alora, during her years, met each warrior personally. If they fought for her, then she needed to know them. She never liked letting a family know their loved one was killed in war and knew nothing about that person. Alora had a profile for each soldier, what they liked, when their birthdays were, if they were mated and had children. She loved her warriors and her warriors loved and respected her.

The future prince and king were agreeing with one another which made many rethink their stance. The doors opened once again and a man entered, all eyes turned to the newcomer “House Storm helped us win the war against The Dark Lord 15 years ago I believe this time we will finish this once and for all with Declan of House Storm at our head,” his jovial voice spoke loudly, booming off the walls. Declan and Aren turned sharply, as the man smiled, his bearded face crinkled into a smile. “I Elian of House Halan, General of the Western Army, stand in favour of this decision,”

They wished to plunder Arbilis Village's precious earth treasures for their sake. The Omra Empire was one of the most feared empires or kingdoms around the 3rd century AD. Their territory is vast and their military is very strong. If they expand by way of war, they are never defeated. Emperor Aurelix was known as arrogant, cruel, merciless, and greedy. Most enemies will surrender to him. The village head of Arbilis said resignedly, “If they manage the gold and silver, we will definitely get a share. So, it's better for us to just give up on them, than there will be a lot of casualties among us."

Also, he had to be on the field, always. So despite that position coming from inheritance, he was the Warlord, not his father. Randal was fifty-one now and he would live a long healthy life because of his frost giant blood, but he was not in any shape to lead an army. Not because of age, but because of grief. An unexpected grief, that shouldn't have come as early as it came. Alarick stopped at the door, clenching the door knob in his hands. “You… you should move on, vardekka,” he said in a cautious voice. “It’s been two years. You could still be leading this country with me.”

“Seems like you’ve never heard of Young Master Alvaro! “He’s just a junior at the university, but he was already enlisted in some legendary army when he was just a freshman! “It’s said that he’s been through many wars and conflicts for the past three years! “He’s basically a King of Arms now! “More importantly, other than his immense background of the Garuda Tribe’s Osborne family, he also has the full support of the Border Force! “The Border Force isn’t the best of the nine strongest military forces here, but they’re still a force to be reckoned with!” The people who just learned about Alvaro were shocked after looking him in the eye. The women were even filled with admiration as they stare

“Hikaru and I have decided that we will become the new Guildmasters of the Stormbringer Guild.” “That means we are kings,” Hikaru declared. “Two Guildmasters.” Aurelius raised an amused look. “How rare.” “But no warriors to command,” one of the commanders quipped with a Spanish accent. He had the helmet and armor that he was undoubtedly from Sixteenth-Century Spain. “Watch your mouth, Alvarez,” Masaru exclaimed. “The Storm Brothers are still worth a gold-class. Once the Third Great War starts, the Stormbringer will rise again.” “So long as you don’t break our contract during the course of this new war,” Aurelius said with a shrug and a smug. “I’m fine with you elevating to platinum-class.”

The document was old, its edges crumbling at the slightest touch. The ink had faded to a rusty brown dried blood. As my eyes scanned the names hidden within its folds, I saw something. Lord Aldric. The name appeared again and again, echoing through centuries of documentation, repeated under aliases, masked beneath false identities and forged alliances that stretched back to the founding of our oldest kingdoms. He had been orchestrating this war long before I drew my first breath. He had moved the pieces of this grand game like a master tactician, patient as stone, weaving through centuries of conflict like a spider at the center of an impossibly complex web always in the shadows, always uns

Argel communicated with the remaining nobles who are loyal to the royal family, while Carell has called on the guilds and mercenaries, also recruited some of those who are capable to fight. Together with the help of the creatures and the human intellect, they were able to subdue the enemy forces. It was a long war that took months, however, with the strong and brave hearts of its people, it wanted to bring peace and order to their current situation. Soon enough the final day was acquired and the enemy forces were defeated.

Adharva was honestly impressed by the suggestions made by Mithraos. He has heard that the legendary warrior Eloy had made the suggestion. The fact that Mithraos could just have brushed it off and proceeded with a full on war and that he did not do so, made him have some respect for the King too.

Alaric stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed. His gaze swept over every pair of fighters with cold precision. When he wasn't speaking, his entire presence radiated the kind of Alpha dominance that made everyone tense on instinct. This was Alaric. The hero of the entire werewolf world. The legendary Alpha who'd risen to godlike status in the Vampire War. Every pack revered him. Every enemy retreated at the sound of his name. But my second look landed on his arm. Alaric wore a long-sleeved training shirt. When he raised his right hand to adjust a warrior's stance, his sleeve shifted slightly, revealing a small patch of skin on the inside of his forearm.