Warrior History Web Novels & Stories

He was a warrior. He was meant to protect the King and the Kingdom. His name brought the fear for life in warriors across the world. What he never thought he would become was the High King of two Emperors. Their Warrior, Their Saviour, Their Partner, Their Husband. He became all of it.

Java, 1586. The martial world is thrown into chaos when a string of brutal murders claims some of its most powerful masters. The killer leaves behind a chilling signature, calling himself Pangeran Langit, the Prince of the Sky. Elsewhere, another predator stalks the land. A bringer of death known only as Tanpa Aran, Nameless. Freshly returned to the Sultanate of Pasir after wandering the eastern territories, Wisnumurti finds himself racing against time to stop both killers before their trail of blood reaches his homeland, Mount Cakrabuana. But his mission unravels when Jaladri—eager for a taste of adventure—is abducted by Suwung Saketi and Remak, two deranged martial artists with a horrifying appetite for cooking and eating human flesh. As the world teeters on the brink of disaster with the rise of a terrifying devil-worshiping sect, Wisnumurti and his companions are drawn into a deadly conspiracy rooted in a blood-soaked past. Secrets long buried begin to surface, dragging countless lives into their wake. If they fail to uncover the truth before it's too late, Pasir will descend into slaughter once again—and become the perfect hunting ground for those Darkness worshippers.

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell to the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the Prince's woman," Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the other Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. They would be treated as animals, abused, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET

Born into slavery and raised in a world that saw him as less than human, he learned from childhood that freedom came at a terrible price. After witnessing the death of his mother and enduring years of cruelty, a young boy makes a decision that will change the fate of his nation. In secret, he gathers friends, builds an army, and prepares for a rebellion against the foreign power that has kept his people in chains for generations. But freedom will not come easily. Years of war, betrayal, and assassination attempts stand between him and the nation he dreams of. From a boy born in chains to a rebel leader and, ultimately, the ruler of a liberated nation, his journey becomes a legend of courage, sacrifice, justice, and hope. Sometimes, the greatest kings are born where freedom seems impossible.

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

After surviving the Khmer Rouge, Dara carries an ancient golden lotus pendant with her family from Cambodia to America. The pendant holds a mysterious connection to their bloodline and the Boran martial arts passed down through generations. Years later, Dara’s granddaughter is raising three children in Brooklyn when the lotus awakens. A terrifying creature called the Hollowkin appears, leading the family beneath Brooklyn to an ancient sealed door. Behind it is a mysterious girl with the narrator’s face—and memories she was never supposed to remember. As the family uncovers secrets hidden by Grandma Dara, they learn the lotus was protecting more than their past. Their Boran teachings are part of an ancient power, and something beneath Brooklyn is beginning to wake.