Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

Every flaw left uncorrected today would become a corpse on tomorrow's battlefield. A young warrior lost his footing after taking a brutal hit to the chest and crashed into the dirt. He remained there for only a heartbeat before forcing himself upright, his breathing ragged as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. Before his opponent could lower his weapon, Kael's deep voice carried across the grounds with quiet authority. "Again."

The other warrior also positioned, getting ready to attack me. Leandro jump and attack me. He is a good fighter. I wasn't able to avoid his every attack. His speed is very fast. I close my eyes and use my ability if feeling. When I feel him approaching, I immediately jump and hit him on his back. The warriors started attacking me too and fortunately I was able to defeat them. "Such a good warrior!" Leandro praised me. "Leandro did not mistakenly chose you," Beta came and clapped his hands. "Beta," I bowed at him.

One of the warriors lay at my front, shouting as he bled and his wolf could not endure it, and then the other pack warrior came on him and approched him. "Where is she? Where have you held her?" The warrior roared at the wounded warrior. "She is not here; why would we hold her?" the wounded warrior spat. "Hmmm, then you would have to give me no choice but to end you," he said, and as soon as I knew it, he tore the other warriors to pieces. Immediately after the warrior was killed by the opposite park warrior, I turned to see the direction in which it had to come from and went over to the other side.

Charlie continued, “Number two! As a martial artist, you are very strong and tenacious, but you are also very soft and weak on the inside! This proves that you don’t have what it takes to be a martial artist! A warrior is a wolf who dares to fight and is not afraid to die, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a pitiful poodle beneath the tough physique and sharp wolf-like fangs!” Tears flowed down Nanako’s face upon hearing this. Yet, Charlie went on. “Number three! Warriors are soldiers who are not afraid to walk to their death! When they go to the battlefield, they are prepared to shed their blood and sacrifice their lives, but they never jeopardize their dignity! What about you? How dare y

“That just says you don't know hand to hand com-bat.” Hunter said with a smirk when he ran to meet the warrior that was coming his way. When he got close to the warrior he ran up the side of the wall, leaped into the air, flipped over the man’s head wrapped his arms around the man's neck, as he landed on the floor, breaking the man’s neck with sickening cracking sound once his feet hit the floor. The warrior dropped to his knees and Hunter kicked him over like he was trash. He faced the other men who had stopped when they saw what Hunter did to their warrior brother. Realizing that the two men in front of them weren't like the wolves they fought who couldn't harm them, understanding this was

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

those were the words that echoed in my head. Kai laid weak on the floor with Sophia's spear firmly close to his neck; she only let go when he surrendered, before standing up to raise her hand in victory, making the whole place noisy. A woman had just taken the position of Kai, a woman had just won the undefeatable Kai and that woman was my queen. No one could believe it, how in an instant when they thought she would lose, she rose up victorious, a technique not commonly used by just any fighters.