Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

Jacquard dodged and weaved, using his machete to block and strike at the same time. Jacquard : "Is that all you've got? I've fought bears tougher than you!" Warrior 5: "He's mocking us! Kill him!" The warriors lunged at Jacquard with renewed vigor. Jacquard fought back with all his strength, hacking and slashing at them with his machete. Blood splattered everywhere as the warriors fell one by one. Jacquard : "You will not take the princess. Not while I'm alive." Finally, the last warrior fell to the ground, defeated.

Their death day was determined and a few of them had already started to count their final seconds. "Is nobody going to answer my question?" Dimitri glowered and tapped his sword on the floor, making the droplets of blood trickle down. He was getting impatient and he could see his enemy rejoicing at his defeat. And that was something he could never accept. It was the biggest blow to his ego and his throne. He hated Eldrick and he hated how efficient his men were. So, his blood was boiling and he had the intense urge to attack his enemy and massacre the entire kingdom of Volar to satisfy his ego.

"Hail Samarth, the Lionheart! May your name forever be etched in the annals of our kingdom's history!" A deafening roar erupted from the ranks of Samarth's warriors. The air reverberated with thunderous applause, echoing off the battle - scarred landscape as Samarth stood triumphant, his armor battered but unbroken. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with pride and relief, as he gazed out upon the sea of faces that had stood by him through the trials of war, and blurred was the sight for him, of the ocean of dead bodies lying across the land, bathing in blood and cut limbs of the rivals.

And grabbed one of the chains. The entire valley froze. The creature examined it briefly. Then squeezed. CRACK. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the world. The chained warrior staggered. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then another chain snapped. CRACK. Then another. CRACK. The hope vanished instantly. The creature wasn't struggling. It wasn't even trying. Then the chained warrior fell to one knee. For the first time. Defeated. The creature looked at him. Its expression softened.

- Sorcerer! Vic sat up with difficulty and looked around. A tall, lithe figure in the light traveler's clothing glided among the more powerful and heavy bodies of warriors clad in battle armor. It was like an outlandish dance accompanied by the brilliance of steel moving too fast. He had not yet seen Yarsi in a real battle, where he spared no one, stopped the blow so as not to injure or cripple. And now I saw. Merciless lunges, incredibly fast swings, short, merging into lanes of blade movement and splashes of blood flying to the sides. His rage was calculated, measured, unerring. Crazy.

The fur of Connor's back was coated, his victory guaranteed in mere seconds. The body crashed to the ground, death taking the warrior not long after. He towered above it, covered with its life force, a shiver of pride working through him. Then, he turned to the other warriors. All of them were larger than him, hulking masses of muscle that stared dumbfounded at their fallen brother. Fighting might not be his forte but that didn’t mean he hadn't created his own style in order to win. Connor slipped into a defensive stance, waiting to see who would charge him next, determined not to let a single wolf past him. Determined to protect Inga’s retreat.

LAUREN'S POV “Fine, Lauren, you win!” The teen warrior who was older than me cried, “Seriously, why are you so strong? You are only 7!” “No. You are too weak. A good warrior in my father’s pack should be as strong as I am.” I knew what I said was not exactly true. He was full of potential and expected to be the strongest warrior in the future. It was a serious battle which is normal among wolves. “Another victory isn’t it, my little cupcake? Congratulations!”

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

The noise had been deafening. Metal against metal, flesh against flesh, shield against shield. And over it all, the battle cries of warriors lost to bloodlust and determination to kill or be killed. Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet.