All Chapters of Blood Wolves: The Ressurection: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Death Soldiers IIIThird Person’s POVWith Asha and her group walking down the hallway to the hall of statues, the other groups has also entered the other side where their door took them. The doors that leads to the four corners of the palace gardens were actually headed to the thick wall of the royal palace. The thick wall that was supposed to be immovable suddenly opened up a narrow door that is facing the four gardens. Even Samel felt amazed at the creation of the Blood Wolves clan, and the mechanism that they used for all of this shocking things to be possible.Who would have known that the thick and imposing wall that surrounds the royal palace of the Artemia Kingdom would have such a shocking secret? Four hidden doors that has not been discovered by the owners of the place even after tens of thousands of years had passed. It might be due to the ingenious mechanism that was imbued on the doors, but if they did not open it from the inside, even Samel and General Markus would n

Death Soldiers VThird Person’s POVLyor and the soldiers that entered the dungeon hurriedly scoured the remaining prison cells that went deeper and darker as the pathway became wider. Lyor felt strange as soon as they saw the hanging prisoners on stakes that were just left there unattended, but his face quickly crumpled in a terrifying look as soon as a guess flashed in his mind. The prisoners that were left unattended outside their cells were merely tied by a rope on the stakes, and they could easily escape if they want to, especially since they look lightly injured from their appearance.But they did not make any move to escape, and just stayed on their places like obedient dolls. Lyor gritted his teeth as he stepped closer to a prisoner sitting and leaning against the open door of his prison cell. Upon closer look, Lyor instantly noticed the blank stare of the other party, and the deep indifference in them made him shudder from fury. How could he not be furious if he sees the b

Unstoppable IIThird Person’s POVKing Regor’s temper further caused the atmosphere in the underground chamber to stiffen. The personal royal guards and aides are all clueless about what to do. The enemies are too many, and there are no signs of the city guards or the soldiers of the camped army for reinforcements. The current situation is akin to a volcano on the verge of erupting. The small bouts of heated smoke coming out of the volcano’s mouth is slowly enlarging as even spats of lava could be seen spurting out as the situation further deteriorated until an explosion occurs to just spell their doom.King Regor irritably looked at the frightened faces of his aides and personal royal guards. His heart churn with fury that has no way of being vent off. But, he is also aware that the current situation is wholly disadvantage to his safety. There is a hidden pathway connected to his underground chamber, but it leads to one of the small pavilion of the east garden, and they have n

DesiresThird Person’s POVA small scale war like this is something that Samel expected, and deaths were bound to happen one way or another, but before they left the passage that leads to the east garden, he made it clear to his soldiers, and the soldiers from the Fressia Kingdom that their lives are as important as their mission. Getting out of the Artemia Kingdom and finishing their intended task without losing a soldiers is the ideal outcome that Samel desires, but the participation of the death soldiers will surely tear apart his ideal if he did not stop them.Death soldiers are pitiful werewolves that were forced to become emotionless puppets that could be controlled by the cause of their sufferings. They do not fear death and injuries, and they merely rush on without caring about anything else than to complete the order of their master. Such soldiers are ticking time bombs that would one way or another change the flow of the battlefield. Killing them is the best solution that

Desires IIIThird Person’s POVWith Lore Light holding Tricia’s baby in his arms, Tren felt a ripple in his originally calm sea of consciousness. He has been taking care of baby Trevor since he killed his mother Tricia, and those couple of days were eventful but fun. It was a part of Tren’s life that was not tainted with anything but the laugh and cry of an innocent child. But, even if that was the case, Tren did not expect that he would feel such strong emotions at seeing the child in the hands of his captor. Feelings of worries and anxiety emerged in his blank emotional slate that has been driven by only his ambition and desire to survive in the past two decades of his life. It was a baffling feeling that should have never surfaced in his heart, but even Tren’s will could not bury these miniscule but solid emotions. In his tumultuous struggle within himself, Tren did not notice the glance that Lore Light gave him, but the struggle in his eyes made Lore Light erase his thoughts a