Cheat Warrior Novels & Stories

a warrior says to me. I give him my best fake smile. “Why don’t you pull up your shirt so we can see your stomach and let’s talk about it,” I say, watching the smirk fall off his face. “Or you,” I say pointing to another warrior, “take off your pants and let’s look at that leg. Or you, let’s see your shoulder, or you,” I say, pointing to the warrior who has multiple wounds, some of them infected. “Take your pick, you have three, back, arm, and thigh. Anyone else want to question my nose?”

“No…I haven’t. I am a warrior and protector.” “You are a cheat!” “I learned to fight on the streets.” “That is no excuse for sloppy, shoddy sword work.” “Oh yea…” At that Termâs put on a couple of moves that sent Jullious’s sword into the air. “You see. I win and that is all that matters.” The old guard turned, grabbed his sword, and left. “Sore loser!” “A true believer would know better than to cheat!” “Not all enemies are true believers, now are they?”

Leila wants to shift as well but she cannot, her secret needs to stay hidden, her wolf is too distinct and she cannot give herself away. She picks up one of the swords and steadies herself as one of the warriors charge at her, aiming for he head with a brutal swipe, she ducks underneath, running across him and slashing his side open with the sword. Tatum drops one of the warriors to the ground and turns to see how Leila is faring. He sees her cut through another warrior cleanly but the guy immediately heals, a visible green aura surrounding him and when Leila turns, it is too late, the warrior plunges a dagger into her chest with a wicked chuckle.

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"

“Treating us as live targets? “How dare you!” Enraged, Dalton waved his arm, and a burst of energy shot out, severing the body of a row of warriors. Other than Dalton, Andraste Cheever was also an angry man himself. The traps took away a dozen of his best fighters. He waved his hand, and immediately the steel pikes that had fallen to the ground flew into his grasp. He then flicked his hand, and a half dozen steel pikes went shooting into the bushes. Splat! Splat! Splat!

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.

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.

Archer said, waving a hand at his men. Nine Warriors who were around the sixth level of the Energy Refining Technique all rushed at Sebastian. They aimed their kicks and punches at Sebastian's most vulnerable parts. Sebastian smiled slightly and used his Wind Phantom move. He seemed to morph into a shadow, which weaved through the figure. The Warriors didn't even manage to touch his shirt before they were all punched and kicked to the ground. In the blink of an eye, there were only two out of the nine Warriors left unharmed and still standing. The others were all clutching their stomachs and chests as they lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.