A Warrior's Second Chance Novels & Stories

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Kane continued. “It was a very big dragon, but the dragon was so big that the little girl who was around your age couldn't handle it all alone. She... she needed assistance. And she got that. A strong mighty warrior, a supporter, and a mage who wields some kind of... magical elements. And together...” Kane paused, looked at Molly, and found her very wide awake still. He groaned inwardly, but then continued the story. “... and together they battled the big bad dragon, weakening it in every part of it's massive body, and gave the little girl the chance to slay the dragon with a big sword, ending it's life with a big slash, securing the victory.”

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

The sound of snapping bones and ripping flesh echoed through the courtyard, and the lifeless body slumped to the ground, blood pooling around it. The second warrior, his arm broken and face covered in blood, tried to crawl faster, a futile attempt to outrun his fate. Blaze's cold eyes locked onto him, and with measured steps, he approached. The warrior's pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Blaze reached down and lifted him by the throat.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

The cigarette was useless to her and I watched as she threw it on the hard cold floor stomped all over it in anger. I didn't even notice when Alfredo had announced his presence. “Sir,” he called. My neck nodded to him through my peripheral vision and signaled for him to continue. “We found a working soldier for Liam Warren,” he presented a paper to me. Seong Min. Written boldly. My eyes sparkled. “What a nice name,” I couldn't help a twisted smile. “Hopefully, he will be useful to us,” I reasoned. “How do you see the case?” “His men aren't loyal enough,” I answered. The light thumps of boots showed her silent acceptance. We descended the staircase into the abandoned department I had. It was

I frowned, feeling puzzled. "Once you drop a significant first case, your chances of becoming a warrior become very slim. In fact, you may not receive a new case for several months because you'll be perceived as unserious and having commitment issues," he paused, noticing my stunned expression, "and I can tell from your reaction that you don't want that."

Not one soul dared. Because they weren’t watching a Luna anymore. They were watching a legend reborn. I pushed the ballroom doors wide. . I didn’t look back. Let him scream. Let him rage. I was free. The warrior had returned. And this time, she would not be silenced.

Just a few feet away from me was the cause of the war, the leader of the opposing part, my father, Kenneth. I had sighted the main cause of the war and the first registered person on the death list. I lunged for him and he sidestepped without the slightest problem. I organized and recollected myself and went back to my old methods of watching and waiting. Unfortunately, that didn't get me anywhere either as another broader but younger looking wolf attacked me from behind before I could react. Immediately I felt his presence, I noticed it was Dwayne. He grabbed me by my neck, obviously hoping to rip my throat. I shook him off and ran to where he was, first scratching at his eyes until I succe

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.