Return Of The Northern War God
Adrian Lancaster's wrath unleashed when his sister was delivered up for auction.
The bad men didn't know he was the War God. He ensured he left no man standing, and he will find Natasha Christian-Grey and put an end to the entire catastrophe.
Ten years ago, Adrian made a promise at his mother's grave: become strong enough to protect his little sister from the powerful family that murdered their mother. He kept that promise — rising from nothing to become the legendary King of the North, the commander who united seven territories and ended a decade-long war.
But on the day of his greatest victory, a desperate phone call shattered everything.
"They found us, Adrian... It's too late..."
His sister had been dragged to an underground auction — stripped, caged, and sold to the highest bidder like property. All orchestrated by Natasha Christian-Grey, the woman whose affair with his father had destroyed their family.
They made a fatal mistake. They didn't know who he really was.
Now Adrian has returned to Greenville with his elite forces, and he's tearing through the city like a hurricane. The corrupt businessmen who bought his sister. The arrogant martial arts masters who thought themselves invincible. The soldiers who betrayed their oaths. The entire Rodrigez family who dared to torture his aunt.
One by one, they fall before the War God's fury.
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Chapter: #8Chapter 8The auction hall went eerily silent. Adrian had struck a nerveMaster Lancelot's face twisted, he was enraged. "You don't know who you're talking to.""I know exactly who I'm talking to.”Lancelot's control snapped.He moved with the speed of someone who'd trained decades in actual combat. His fist shot forward in a textbook military strike — designed to break ribs, to incapacitate, to kill. Fast, brutal and efficient.Adrian's hand came up and caught the fist mid-strike.The way Adrian did it looked so casual like swatting a fly.Lancelot's eyes widened in shock. He tried to pull back, but Adrian's grip was iron. He threw a follow-up strike with his other hand but again, Adrian blocked it with his forearm. The impact echoed through the hall.They separated, both taking a step back.The crowd held its breath.Jasmine stood frozen. Her pupils trembled as she watched the exchange. Master Lancelot, her hope for victory had just been blocked. Twice.A cold sneer spread across he
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Chapter: #7Chapter 7The patriarch lay on the stage, staring at the tracking device on his chest with trembling hands. His face had gone ruined. The realization that his son was dead seemed to drain whatever fight remained in him."Trevor..." he whispered, his voice cracking. "My boy..."On the second floor, Jasmine Christian-Grey suddenly stood up from her seat. Her wine glass tilted, forgotten, as red liquid spilled onto the carpet. Her eyes were locked on Adrian below, and a slow, predatory smile spread across her beautiful face."Well, well," she murmured to herself. "He actually walked right into my trap."She pulled out her phone with steady fingers, scrolling through her contacts. When she found the name she was looking for, she pressed dial without hesitation."Master Lancelot," she said smoothly when the call connected. "I need you at Auction House D. Immediately. Yes, right now. I'll make it worth your time." She paused, listening. "Trust me. You're going to want to be here for this."
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Chapter: #6Chapter 6Orthon's face was drained of color. All the arrogance, all the confidence — gone in an instant. His legs trembled. A wet stain spread across the front of his expensive trousers."You…" His voice came out high, thin. "You can't… I'm Orthon Castellan! I have connections! Money! You can't just…"Adrian looked at him. Orthon's words died in his throat. His mouth opened and closed like a fish drowning in air. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the fear that had turned his skin a sickly gray."What do you have left to rely on?" Adrian asked quietly.The question hung in the air. Orthon's knees buckled. "Please." He dropped to the stage floor, his expensive suit soaking up the dust and grime. Fat tears rolled down his fat cheeks, leaving clean tracks through the sweat. "Please, I'm sorry. I didn't know she was yours. I'll pay you — name your price — ten million? Twenty? I can wire it right now… I have accounts all over… whatever you want…"Adrian's fist crashed into Orthon's
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Chapter: #5Chapter 5The entire venue seemed to hold its breath.Then the whispers began. Women leaned forward in their seats, eyes following Adrian as he moved. One murmured behind her hand, another smiled despite herself. Even in his dust-stained combat uniform, even with blood splattered across his vest, he was unmistakably striking — raw, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome. There was something about him that pulled every gaze and refused to let go."Who is that?" a woman in diamonds whispered to her companion."I don't know, but…""Look at the way he moves..."The auctioneer recovered first. She straightened her white dress and walked toward Adrian with a forced smile, one hand raised in a placating gesture."Sir, I think there's been a misunderstanding." Her voice was smooth, professional. "This is a private establishment. Entry requires an invitation. If you don't have one, I'm afraid you'll have to…"Adrian's fist caught her in the stomach.The auctioneer doubled over, the air punchin
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Chapter: #4Chapter 4The underground auction hall was built like a theater — rows of plush red seats descending toward a circular stage lit by harsh spotlights. Men in tailored suits filled the seats, their faces hidden in shadow beyond the stage lights. They murmured to each other, drinks in hand, waiting for the next item.On the platform, inside a steel cage barely four feet tall, Celeste Lancaster — Adrian’s sister huddled in the corner.They'd dressed her in something that wasn't even clothing — scraps of red fabric that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her hair was matted. Bruises mottled her arms. And around her neck, an angry red mark cut across her throat like someone had tried to strangle her.The auctioneer — a woman in a white dress with slicked-back hair and a microphone headset — smiled like a game show host."Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Her voice boomed through speakers. "Our final item tonight is truly special. Look at her. Young. Unspoiled. And with a fascinating story."She
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Chapter: #3Chapter 3Trevor Rodrigez stepped onto the lawn with the swagger of someone who'd never lost a fight. Behind him, fifteen men fanned out in a semi-circle, hands resting on concealed weapons. The porch light cast shadows across Trevor's face as he gave a smile of a predator that had cornered its prey."Adrian Lancaster." Trevor's voice dripped with mock surprise. "Well, well. You walked right into our trap."Adrian stood in the doorway, silent. Waiting."We've been working on your aunt and sister for hours," Trevor continued, adjusting his cufflinks casually. "Broke the old woman's legs. Made her scream. All to find out where you were hiding. And you know what? She didn't say a word. Tough old bird." He laughed. "But it doesn't matter now. You saved us the trouble by delivering yourself."Adrian's expression didn't change. "What do you plan to do with me?"Trevor's smile widened. "Same thing we're doing with your sister. Send you to auction. Though..." He tilted his head, pretending t
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