Novel & Cerita Was Arlong A Warlord

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

"I can't lose Cairh." "Oh my poor girl, you did nothing wrong." She gushed. "The new arrangements were necessary. Alpha Zed has left a huge hole with his death, a hole that has to be filled by somebody. Our Cairh doesn't stand a chance alone but standing together with Anya? There is no one else more qualified for that role than him. He will be entering The Alpha Haul, Seraya and he may be our next Alpha. You wouldn't stand in the way of his greatness would you?" "For power." I sounded it out, unable to believe my ears. "He broke my heart for a stupid title? You broke our betrothal of eleven years! Just for some stupid title?!"

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Dolmi was the last one to teleport to the ground in front of Rainer. Dolmi was wearing similar armor except the glowing streaks were on his gauntlets. He confidently approached Rainer. “You should be proud. An opportunity has been given to you from the prestigious Coliaran empire. To be able to fight in a tournament of champions is but a dream for most.” Dolmi proudly told Rainer. Rainer continued to stare blankly at Dolmi. He quickly drew the gun from his holster and pointed it at Dolmi, only for the guards to instantaneously raise their weapons in response.

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

They had maintained their good reputation as a loyal and fearless sword fighter clan until Aprod destroyed everything. Aprod, the swordmaster of the Aris Clan, was one of the royal guards who carefully planned to destroy King Oren, out of his desire to rule Wishire Kingdom. He strongly believed that the Aris Clan was the right ruler in the kingdom because they possessed great and superior skills among the other clans.

Everyone was excited as they wanting to see how powerful their Army would be after the 3 years agreements will end. Even so, despite the already proven facts, Nobility pride has always being a poison. The one that still not wanting to budge from the resistance against the training was still trying to shake Aeternum and Princess Angela decisions, The man was a General from the Southern Side Territory of Angela Dukedom, General Kanderson Longhodge, A prideful Viscount that boast himself as the heir of a true war monarch, The Longhodge family has been involved in all of the war that Dukedom has ever participated. The Longhodge family who has been entitled to train every soldier of Dukedom felt

“Because he’s hot? Because he talks pretty when he’s not dodging questions? You don’t even know who he is.” “I do,” I said softly. Both James and Sadie looked at me. Sadie blinked. “You what?” “I looked him up,” I admitted. “The day after we got married.” Misha’s jaw ticked, but he stayed quiet. Sadie frowned. “What do you mean you looked him up?” I hesitated, then said it. “He was called the Warlord. A battlefield legend. There are forums about him. Articles, classified leaks, ghost reports from conflict zones. People called him a myth. Some didn’t believe he was real.”

But there was no harm in me doing so. So, I sat. “Some decades ago,” he began. “There existed a pack named the Warlord Pack. The Alpha of the pack, Luthan Warlord was a very powerful, reputable and respectable man. He had almost everything any leader could have wished for.” “Should we talk about his wealth? His handsomeness? His power? His beautiful wife? But despite having all of this, there was one more thing he had been aiming to get, which his hands never met no matter how hard he tried,” he paused before he continued.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me!" Minahil backed away laughing at her. Arya's harsh breaths calmed down after a while. "I so much despise this Bentley!" She commented for the umpteenth time, it seemed. "I want to have a tiger as a puppy!" Minahil said as an answer. "A tiger?" "Yes, a tiger." Minahil nodded. "A freaking tiger?" Arya widened her eyes. Minahil rolled her eyes but did not reply. She kept on watching Bentley.