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Wolf Bloodline

King Einar, the astonishing king of the great and only continent, one day decided to choose a new heir to his kingdom from among his five most precious sons. By giving each of them different duties, King Einar did something unchangeable and unimaginable that day. He gave them an order and not only a task or a quest to accomplish, but he also wanted his sons to accomplish their duty with maturity, with honor, and with pride. But nothing, he wanted to do went in order, just because of his son. The eldest and most powerful brother, "Yores", opposed this situation. He decided that it would be better, if the King gave them a second chance. But everything was chosen, and he found himself another solution to conquer his biggest rival. Lost, against anything that he wanted to win. So he made a deal with the most powerful lineage, "The Apocalypse Lineage," to take the throne. And by obtaining power, he started a rebellion. After Yores took the throne, he ruled the people in such a manner for years, damaged many relationships and made himself the evilest person to ever be seen. But even his reign, came to an end. A wolf descendant, one of the strongest lineage's people, challenged Yores. Jiro, the strongest person among bloodlines. He was so brave, so strong, and so dauntless. He was someone who changed many things. The Battle of Jiro and Yores continued for three days exactly, and their battle, being heard all over the continent, changed the entire world. But the real story to be told was only beginning....

ASW · Fantasy
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286 Chs

Father Of Swords; Samurai Leader (Hiroshi)

Everywhere I looked, there were blood and bodies. My brother and I, who had been together since the start of the war, fought back to back. Unlike me, my brother no longer used traditional weapons. Instead, he wielded a large shield and fought with a metal arm. I could see how the years had changed him, but the look in his eyes was new to me. He had a purpose for fighting here, but it seemed like there was something more driving him.

Without speaking, we continued to fend off incoming enemies of all shapes and sizes. A voice inside me urged us to stay behind and support the soldiers, but my brother insisted on moving forward. As his brother, I followed him.

At our final position, we found hundreds of fallen soldiers and one man standing before them. This man had destroyed our village years ago, killed our family, and separated me from my brother. 

This person was the leader of the samurai clan.