Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

I raised my fists again and looked straight at them. “Got the message?” The first warrior wiped blood from his lip, filling his eyes with anger. “You’re dead,” he said through a voice of disgust before lunging at me once more. But I was prepared. I dodged his swing to grab onto his wrist and twist it until it broke. He roared out in agony as I pressed my foot on the back of his knees and shoved him face first into the ground. The second warrior hesitated, looking at his comrade then back to me. He took a step back.

Hector told me that morning in training. Hector and I were gathered around by the warriors, urging us to have a second match. Hector initially refused, but after everyone chanted "Scaredy cat," he accepted. We started circling each other, and I could feel the energy radiating from Hector. He lunged at me, and I blocked him. Then I went on the offensive, and I forced him back. As we continued to fight, I could tell Hector was getting more serious. The intensity in his eyes grew, and his strikes became more precise. I could tell he was focused on more than proving himself; Hector was determined to show the other warriors that he was not a scary cat but a formidable wolf. It was clear that I ha

He lost the ability to fight. 'Instant KO!' I look at my hardened fist which is covered with ice. Oh, wow, it's as sturdy as steel. As I thought. I look around and notice that the surroundings fall into a pin-drop silence. Until someone from the audience yelled excitedly and the crowd went wild. "That's the Undefeated Warrior for you!" "One-Strike Move!" "Ah! Go, Undefeated Warrior!"

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT ALPHA AIDEN'S POV : Still on the ground after that mighty blow, more kept coming. The warrior stood over me panting and sweating. He had fought with all his might, pouring every ounce of energy into the battle. He had landed blow after blow, driving me finally to the ground. I was fuming with anger at the thought of being beaten by a warrior of mine. It boiled my soul. As I collapsed to the ground, the warrior let out a triumphant roar. He had won! He had defeated the his Alpha and proven himself to be the strongest and most skilled warrior in the pack and that his suitable for the Alpha's position.

my chief warrior began to call me as soon as he got closer to me, but he paused immediately as he recalled our disguise. I struck an enemy warrior with my left claw, then turned to answer him, my eyes glaring. "We're losing out out best of warriors, I'm afraid..." he paused again, sensing the presence of an enemy warrior behind him and turning around with precision, digging his claws deep into the enemy warrior and sending him to the ground. I turned around to, in an attempt to continue the fight. "Sir, I'm afraid we're losing this one," he said to me amidst gasps for breath.

I then lower my eyes and continue, “He didn’t get a chance to release, but you are right. After all my fighting and struggling against him, I failed you. I am not your little warrior anymore. I am useless…” “That is not true…” I snap my eyes to his as he places his fingers under my chin. I am surprised to see Zachariah’s intense grey ones. He moves his fingers from my chin to slide along my jaw until his hand was flat on my cheek. He uses his thumb to wipe away the tears as he says, “You are not useless and you will always be my fiery little warrior. You could never fail me, Yasmine. Even with the pain you were in, you kept fighting. I saw that you kept fighting, and that is what a warrior d

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.

One of the warriors stepped forward with his sword in his hand. "Glad you remember me!" I sneered as I ambled toward them. "We'll never forget you, Thorin. You are a traitor, and you killed one of us!" The other warrior responded. He also prepared to attack as he swung his sword at me. However, I had just gripped the blade, ignoring the blood spouting on my palm. "What are you doing?" He asked and was shocked when he saw me not affected by the wound. "You are not hurt!" He added. The rest of the warriors immediately surrounded me, preparing for a show.