Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

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.

Without waiting for permission, I swung the sword dramatically through the air, trying to imitate the elegant moves I'd seen other warriors perform. But my foot caught against the uneven ground. "Whoa…" I screamed as I lost my balance completely and crashed on the ground. When I looked up, Kael was rubbing the bridge of his nose as he let out a quiet sigh. So embarrassing. "A warrior must have stamina," he said. "Falling once doesn't end the battle. Your body will be bruised, your muscles will scream. But you stand back up every single time." I pushed myself upright, breathing heavily. "I'm... fine."

Luca tosses the key-card onto the small table we pass before letting me slide down the front of his body, painfully slow. I stand face to face with him, glaring up at him and he doesn’t move or break eye contact with me, clearly challenging me. And It infuriates me more. Never have I ever felt so humiliated in my life and it infuriates the shit out of me. Rolling my shoulders, I draw my hand back and I swing it forward, letting it connect with the side of his face. A harsh whip-like sound resonates in the room. Luca doesn’t flinch or wince. In a predatory demeanor, he takes a step forward, snarling darkly like he’s unbreakable.

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

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"