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Jackson Taylor's War Wolf - Exclusive First Look!
War Wolf is the Exclusive first title from Delve Games
This is not the official War Wolf Novel
This is an excerpt from the Second War Wolf Novel
The Blood Sands of Lötar
delvegame.com
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The Voidfang - Justin
Economy: 20642c
The Old Gen: No Man’s Land
Location: Heatstroke
There was a war.
Later on, in the Blood Fields, in the desolate plains West of Battle Grounds, where the very air hung heavy with the weight of war, five lone wolves, clad in gleaming armor of burnished steel, stalked their prey. A battalion of Right Side Wolf soldiers protecting two Transport Vehicles that were to be acquired by Grimfang and his squad. Grimfang was Squad Leader. He was the eldest, his fur streaked with gray. Grimfang bore the scars of countless battles.
Fangbreaker, his muscles rippling beneath his armor, was a whirlwind of fury and untamed ferocity. And Whisper, the youngest, her eyes glinting with cunning intelligence, moved with the silent grace of a phantom.
Their quarry: a squad of seven enemy wolves, their armor dull and worn, their eyes filled with a desperate hunger. These were the remnants of a larger force, their numbers dwindled by the relentless onslaught of the war.
Beside him, Whisper, his second-in-command, shifted in armor. "Wars are won with enemy weapons," she remarked, a sly grin spreading across her muzzle.
Grimfang glanced at her, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Is that so?"
Fangbreaker groans, “Not this shit again.”
"Indeed," Whisper replied, her voice laced with a confident purr. "These transports will give us a tactical advantage we haven't had before. We can strike deeper into Right Side territory, resupply our troops more efficiently... the possibilities are endless."
Grimfang nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. These vehicles the Squad was after were more than just a means of escape; they were a symbol of their victory, a tangible reminder of the Right Side's vulnerability.
"We'll put these new Vehicles to good use," Grimfang vowed, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "The Right Side will learn to fear the Left Side's resourcefulness."
Whisper adjusted the scope on her rifle, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "They already do," she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "But a little reminder never hurts."
Whisper, a silent wraith, always moved with deadly precision, her blade flashing in the fading light. One by one, on every battlefield, the enemy wolves fell, their cries swallowed by the howling wind.
Grimfang, his eyes narrowed in...
This is not the official War Wolf Novel
This is an excerpt from the Second War Wolf Novel
The Blood Sands of Lötar
delvegame.com
1
The Voidfang - Justin
Economy: 20642c
The Old Gen: No Man’s Land
Location: Heatstroke
There was a war.
Later on, in the Blood Fields, in the desolate plains West of Battle Grounds, where the very air hung heavy with the weight of war, five lone wolves, clad in gleaming armor of burnished steel, stalked their prey. A battalion of Right Side Wolf soldiers protecting two Transport Vehicles that were to be acquired by Grimfang and his squad. Grimfang was Squad Leader. He was the eldest, his fur streaked with gray. Grimfang bore the scars of countless battles.
Fangbreaker, his muscles rippling beneath his armor, was a whirlwind of fury and untamed ferocity. And Whisper, the youngest, her eyes glinting with cunning intelligence, moved with the silent grace of a phantom.
Their quarry: a squad of seven enemy wolves, their armor dull and worn, their eyes filled with a desperate hunger. These were the remnants of a larger force, their numbers dwindled by the relentless onslaught of the war.
Beside him, Whisper, his second-in-command, shifted in armor. "Wars are won with enemy weapons," she remarked, a sly grin spreading across her muzzle.
Grimfang glanced at her, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Is that so?"
Fangbreaker groans, “Not this shit again.”
"Indeed," Whisper replied, her voice laced with a confident purr. "These transports will give us a tactical advantage we haven't had before. We can strike deeper into Right Side territory, resupply our troops more efficiently... the possibilities are endless."
Grimfang nodded, acknowledging the truth in her words. These vehicles the Squad was after were more than just a means of escape; they were a symbol of their victory, a tangible reminder of the Right Side's vulnerability.
"We'll put these new Vehicles to good use," Grimfang vowed, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "The Right Side will learn to fear the Left Side's resourcefulness."
Whisper adjusted the scope on her rifle, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "They already do," she murmured, a hint of pride in her voice. "But a little reminder never hurts."
Whisper, a silent wraith, always moved with deadly precision, her blade flashing in the fading light. One by one, on every battlefield, the enemy wolves fell, their cries swallowed by the howling wind.
Grimfang, his eyes narrowed in...
