Broken Warrior Mga Nobela at Kwento

But he had no way other. "John...." He felt a lump in his throat. John, the only witness of his weak and vulnerable state. When he saw his first kill saving Tae from the kidnappers. For 15 years, John stood at his back. Like a father secures his son. He had let Cyrus rule his entire kingdom of Mafia. Drugs, ammunition, murders, human trafficking, loan sharks. They were everything. And Cyrus, he was the king at the throne. Personally trained by John. He was Thara in Dark Knights. "Thara. What happened? Who dare to hurt you? Where are you? Come to me. Now". And that’s what exactly Cyrus wanted to listen to. He wanted someone to let him cry without being scared of getting strong.

Luckily Alpha Jerrick has arrived with some warriors to provide back up. We have set up near the clearing as this is the closest possible attack from Riverbend Pack. It is dark and an eeriness has settled. It is quiet too quiet when all the sudden the Riverbend Pack appears at the clearing. I let out a low growl as they approach halting them in their path. Another growl escapes my lips, this one at the sense of betrayal I feel seeing Ireland and her warriors at their side. So this is why she rejected us so she could be with them. Finn whimpers at my thoughts. Though there is no longer a bond between us, our love for her has not diminished until now where it is tainted with this betrayal.

Had failure come at his hands, he would have had only Lily to blame. “We’re coming up to the outer woods, Alpha,” said Brown, peering through the cold morning sunlight to the blurred treeline in the distance. Atticus had wanted the Warrior Wolf in their group for two reasons: one, because he was known primarily for his vicious approach in battle, which Atticus respected and appreciated; two, because he was near-silent when not in his wolf form. He only spoke when he had something he felt was important to say. “Thank you, Warrior Wolf.”

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.

His voice, when it came, was deep, but it rang in the vault with a sound of struck bronze. "You talk about his past as if it defines him," Anton said, his eyes locked on Sabatine's. "You see the wreckage. I see the man who stood in the wreckage and refused to let it be the end of him. I see the man who uses the skills forged in that hell to protect, not just me, but anyone he believes is being wronged. You call him ‘Worldbreaker’?"

I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist. “Beta Victor..” Ryder and Jeremy bowed in greeting and Victor nodded. “Ryder, it’s good to see you up and about. I hear you’re almost back to where you were before….” Victor trailed as Ryder smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir! Almost as good as new! Thank you, Tori.” He looked at me again and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Victor smiled at me. “A warrior’s vow is for life, Tori. Unbreakable. A broken vow means death for the warrior. Not to be taken lightly.” I smiled through the tears.

"Just because you used to wrestle grizzly bears for breakfast doesn't mean you have to be a jerk about it." He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine in spite of myself. Traitorous spine. "Hey, just keeping you on your toes," Brock winked. "A good warrior needs to be prepared for anything, even a surprise attack by a particularly grumpy chipmunk." I swatted at him playfully, though secretly hoping to connect. He dodged with ease, his reflexes still lightning-fast despite the war wound courtesy of the rogue brawl.

one of the shortest warrior in front of the rest spoke off ,making me giggle a but . No it hasn't gotten to that at all ,he hasn't done anytime that deserves his face getting broken ,as a matter of fact he's one of us now, I'm taking him in as a pack warrior and he'll be the second in command ,after gamma rex ,so y'all give him the respect he deserves okay he's a great warrior , and you sure can learn a thing or two from him ,as a few of you already know if not all ,he's my beta and best friend Juliana's mate and as a matter of fact they'll be having their mating ceremony in a few days .

"If I see you near the pack house again, I will finish what the rogues started." They left me there. Their laughter faded down the gravel path, leaving me bleeding in the mud, my father's three months of work ruined in the filth. I curled into a ball, my ribs aching from her parting kick, the silver poison singing in my veins. I was a warrior. A top scout. And I had let them break me like glass because I was too tired to fight back. A low, thunderous roar shook the leaves above me. Luka burst from the brush, his eyes completely black as he dropped to his knees beside me. His large hands trembled as he hovered over my bloody shoulder, not knowing where to touch. "Betty. Betty, look at me."

No matter how hard he tries to hide it, I know that its on his mind. I sneer. He's interested in having control of MERC, everything he does boils down to the company every single time no matter what he does. Everyone thinks he's a saint, fast rising as the youngest billionaire from Africa even though I know he built that company just to spit in my face and mother's face. After I offered to loan him the pathetic amount of money he couldn't seem to raise by himself. "Ungrateful bastard!" I shout and fling out my arm, knocking the glass of wine to the floor in the process, it shattered to tiny bits and pieces on impact.