Was Law A Warlord Novels & Stories

“And your sire? He didn't even pause his parley in the next room when the blood hit the stone. I am reasonably certain he wished he had been the one to claim the throat. That was the law of the world back then; submission was delivered as tribute, not bargained for over parchment.” I kept my expression carved from granite, refusing to feed his theatrical display. He was a master of using old pack tales to blunt an opponent’s edge, circling his true intent like a starving winter wolf trailing a wounded elk. “I find myself reflecting on those cycles often,” the old warlord continued, leaning his massive chest over the oak table, his scent turning heavy with ancient dominance. “The lines were c

"I don't operate a pack, Reina." "Then...?" "I am the Commander of the Alpha King's army," he replied. "It seems you haven't heard of me. I am the Warlord, the man tasked with putting an end to anyone who doesn't sit well with the crown." The breath caught in my throat. I wasn't just married to a powerful Alpha; I was married to the most feared man in the country.

"Law on war has been changed." "What? Who changed it?" I was confused. "There is a war coming, and I made sure that I would win." "What is the new law?" It sounded ridiculous. "I changed it as interim queen. If we rush into battle. I would have to pretend to care and actually join the battle. I am not in the mood to get dirty, and there is a possibility of being injured. I am so past that point." She stated. "So what is this new law?" "Each side chooses their champion. Whoevers champion win. Wins the war." She said, filled with pride. It was so stupid, I almost started laughing.

He moved the Council Center near the palace. I was sitting on my vanity chair, fixing my make-up when my mate suddenly barged in. He looked so handsome in his black three-piece suit. That shade had always been his trademark, and it always suited his persona as the ruthless and most fearful king in every kingdom. Well, the other kingdoms had really no idea about him except for the Werebear Kingdom on the island, which was now led by Queen Anicia. Logan was well respected and loved by everyone in Shadow Rock and even in Yorkshire. Even the vampires saluted him for his leadership, especially in leading the war. He was suddenly called 'The God of War' for winning two majestic battles in the gods

Just a father silently reassuring himself that his child was safe. Behind us, whispers spread through the market. "The Alpha Command..." "I've never felt anything like it..." "No wonder they call him the Warlord's heir..." I looked at Kaelor. At the man who had ended the confrontation without cruelty, needless violence. With nothing but absolute authority. For the first time I truly understood that the stories hadn't exaggerated. If anything...They hadn't even come close to what happened here.

“You look worried.” “They’re talking about my brother.” “Being a Warlord for King Detry?” Vanquish’s tone hardened. “I know that name. Surely he’s not!” “Why?” “Because Warlord is the one that first came to our village and ripped it apart, slaughtering enough of our wolves that when the mages came the next day, we had no defense...Then the pack plagues. But it all started with Warlord...” Oh, no.

It was because the governor’s office controlled its city and its jurisdiction included enforcement teams, supervision teams, and imperial guards. On the other hand, the Battle Warrior Department mostly originated from Wyvern Peak and their main duty was engaging in wars in the outlands. Hence, the Battle Warrior Department would need to abide by the governor when they were stationed in the city. Upon hearing this, Daniel chuckled and said, “Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, sir? The Battle Warrior Department has always operated according to the law. Moreover, War Legate Draco personally helped your criminal affairs division to solve Simon Black’s case. Did we do a thankless job?”

It was this man who secured the victory for Allus Sierra during the last war. Marcus and his father went purely after blood. This man was a tactician who ended up leading the army and getting the territory for his kingdom.

The King was consumed by a wild desire to seize Pandora’s heart, even though he would face the same cycle if he won the war as he did with his kingdom’s victory hundreds of years ago. “We will prepare for this battle!” King Vanderox declared loudly, urging action. “Hores, you will be the commander of the warlords.” “Hores…?” “Where did that bastard go?” The rebellious prince. That was the label King Vanderox had pinned on his son. Hores always left the royal council for matters that the man enjoyed.

Didn’t want to invite the court—or the realm—back into their world just yet. “Tell me something,” she murmured, voice hoarse with satisfaction and silence. “Anything.” She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. “Why do they call you warlord? Not just in title. In fear.” His lips curled faintly. “Because I earned it. Because I stopped asking for what was mine and started taking it.” Her eyes searched his. “And what am I to you?” He didn’t hesitate. “Everything they’ll never take.”