Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

My lips twitched, and I was about to step back on the platform when a hand flung in the air, gasping my attention. “I would like to challenge you to a fight.” A warrior who found his way to the front said. My eyes fell on his badge, he happened to be a Death Wolf warrior. “A Death Wolf warrior?” A scoff surged through my throat, disbelief coursing through my lips. “You have no shame, do you?” I questioned. “Why?” Jeoffrery's voice reached my ears and I turned to him. “Are you scared you might lose to him?” His face beamed with a satisfied smiled that didn't last the next minute.

My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I faced off against my opponent, a senior warrior whose reputation preceded him. He was a formidable figure, towering over me with muscles rippling beneath his training gear. His eyes glinted with a steely determination, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips as he sized me up. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let his imposing presence intimidate me. This was my chance to prove myself, to show the pack that I was worthy of standing among them as a warrior. "Ready, Lila?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.

I immediately moved away as the second warrior came at me. He reached for me but I caught his wrist, twisted it, and used his momentum to force him to the ground. The third came from behind but I spun around, blocked his fist, and drove my knee into his stomach. He staggered, and I grabbed his shoulder before throwing him to the ground. I straightened and looked toward Kael. “Done.” He glanced at the warriors lying on the ground. “Twenty-four seconds.” A smile spread across my face. “Beat that.”

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

Aranjo put on his ears and after a calm state, Aranjo opened the window curtain of the stretcher. However, before he had time to open the curtain, the large curtain that was in front of him was roughly opened. A soldier in a suit of armor full of blood stared at him. The Warrior was not from the Danzou Kingdom, so Aranjo retreated his body. That means they were defeated by the enemy. The soldier looked at him with such passion that even the soldier seemed to swallow. Aranjo knows clearly the beauty and the beauty of his body that makes every eye stare in awe of him.

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