Book Warrior Novels & Stories

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

He leaned over me, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, his face a hair from my own, “can you tell me honestly that you need those 2 years, will it make you any better of a warrior to know how to wait tables, or to work as a body guard to some starlet?” His eyes were full blown obsidian as he stared into my eyes, his scent swirling around me. All I wanted to do at this second was kiss him, not only because he was my mate, not only because he was driving me into a sexual frenzy with how sexy his ass is right now, but because he was right. I don’t need to learn how to wait tables, or do I need to work as anyone’s bodyguard to be the best warrior I can be. A smil

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

So Lex growled at him to fight back, no matter the difference in size and strength. A 7-foot beast warrior standing against an 8-foot one. With Lex's sheer size and strength, anyone could tell who'd win. The beast warrior launched at him. Lex didn't move a muscle and watched as the warrior aimed towards his neck. It was a rookie mistake. Right then he could tell that the warrior was a new recruit. He grunted and swung his arm across his face, but to his surprise, the warrior expected his move and managed to bite his arm as he swung his body to the side, leaving his long, hairy hind legs targeting his face.

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"I meant to say that I wish to acquire items for my inventory." The shopkeeper nodded understandingly. "Do you have a suit?" he inquired, delving deeper into Keagan's needs. "No," Keagan confessed. "I am without weapons as well. That's why I've come here—to purchase the necessary tools." Recognizing Keagan's eagerness, the shopkeeper accessed a dashboard, swiftly inputting a series of squiggles that materialized into a holographic display. A vibrant array of suits and weapons materialized before them, each item meticulously crafted to cater to the needs of burgeoning heroes.

WARNING: This chapter contains extremely violent content not suitable for young readers. Jason smirked to himself as he slowly turned only to see a mere warrior threatening him and it felt like the greatest insult of all time. He stared at the warrior with hatred in his eyes, “I’d love to assume you didn’t know I was Jason Levine, the most feared beta but then, you just addressed me as commander which obviously means you do” he said as he held on to the knife with his hand, letting it pierce through him, causing blood to spill around and he let out a slight wince before hurriedly grabbing the knife and then sending a quick slice across the throat of the warrior.

“Yeah… Animorphs and Goosebumps in elementary school do not a reader make.” “Hey, those are quality pieces of literature!” I declare. “Says who?” “Says me!” I huff, crossing my arms. “And I’ve read other books too! I like Stephen King and Michael Crichton and Neil Gaiman and—“ “Okay, okay,” he surrenders, lifting his hands and cutting me off. “Seriously, though, why are you going to the library?” “I’m going to do some research.” “For what?” “New training methods. Double checking some of the warrior laws for the kingdom.”