A Warrior's Fate 소설 & 이야기

“You came…” “We were sent.” He looked past them briefly. “…She is not here?” “No.” Relief and pain crossed his face at the same time. “Good.” They moved to support him. “What happened here?” one of them asked. His expression darkened. “War, betrayal ” The word came heavy. “The council… the warriors… they turned…” “We know,” the warrior said. “We were told Darius is dead.” That made him look up sharply. “No.” Silence fell instantly.

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

“But I could be. One wrong choice. One sacrifice too many. That’s what scares me.” He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “Then let me be the one to remind you who you are when it gets hard.” I closed my eyes. God, I wanted to believe him. But I knew the road ahead wasn’t just paved in blood. It was built on it. --- By morning, ravens had carried our summons to every corner of the wild territories. Not all would answer. But those who did would come ready for war. In the courtyard, I stood before my warriors—my pack. Some were new. Some had followed me from Silverclaw. Others were born of the rebellion, their loyalty forged in fire and loss.

Warren summoned his favourite Reiteki sword and held it against the man's neck. As a warrior, the man knew he lost. Looking back at all the atrocities he committed throughout his lifetime, he knew that his sins would eventually caught up with him. If only he didn't lose so miserably easy. Just for a second he underestimated his opponent and it cost him his life.

The warrior’s eyes widened in fear, but he remained silent, his lips sealed tight with defiance, unsure of what I meant that moment or the nature of his fate. Unwilling to let him succumb to the poison that coursed through his veins, I signaled for my men to bring forth the antidote we had prepared. With careful action, I administered the life-saving serum, watching as the color returned to the warrior’s cheeks and his breathing steadied before the poison fully took effect. “Why are you attacking us?” I demanded, my voice cold and commanding. The warrior hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. But then, with a resigned sigh, he began to speak but unclearly. I listened i

I sniffle, knowing the boisterous tone of his voice like black ink smeared across a white canvas. “Come into the light before the darkness claims you.” He says in a rush, trying his best not to order me at the same time. I sigh deeply. “There is no point in me coming into the light, my brother in-mate.” “That is not true.” “It is!” I cry out. “I am dead. I failed Mahji. I failed my babies, my King, and I failed you. Your death…” “You have crossed over to the other side, yes.” He cuts me off. “But you are now in the realm of warriors because you are a warrior, believe it or not.”

The victory was hard-won, purchased at a price far steeper than she had ever anticipated. The battlefield stretched before her, a grim tapestry woven with the bodies of fallen warriors. Silvermoon and ShadowClan warriors lay intertwined, their differences erased by the unifying hand of death. The faces of the dead, frozen in expressions of agony, defiance, or peaceful resignation, were a stark reminder of the brutal reality of war. Lyra recognized several faces amongst the fallen, faces etched into her memory—friends, comrades, warriors who had fought alongside her for years. Each fallen warrior represented a loss, a void that would never be truly filled. A wave of grief, sharp and sudden, w

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.