Defeated Warrior Novels & Stories

Either way, I was quite sure my warrior would emerge as a winner. Just like my gaze was fixed on the ring, so was Lisa as well. Her whole mind and gaze were completely fixed on the warriors who fought like their lives depended on it. My pack warrior, Jonathan, lunged forward, slashing the other warrior by the thigh. Pleased, I clapped my hands alongside the audience, but Howard was definitely not pleased.

Disgust filled me and I wanted to get sick. Kalen’s eyes darkened until they were almost black. His expression was wild, almost feral, as he approached Carl without saying a word. Several of our warriors jumped to Carl’s defense, and Carl laughed. “Now you’re not going to be so tough,” Carl told him. The first warrior was really good. My father had chosen him to stay behind to protect me, or he was until his loyalty shifted to Carl. He struck out at Kalen, who blocked him with the ease of an adult humoring a child. With two punches, Kalen had the warrior down on his knees and without a second thought, Kalen twisted his neck, breaking it. The warrior fell to the floor, eyes lifeless. Kalen di

As I moved to take my position at the back, his deep, masculine voice halted me in my place. “You are late, warrior.”

After saying that, I used my leg to put pressure on his until he fell, and then I used my arms to hold him on the ground until he tapped me three times. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s congratulate Luna Elena!” Everyone cheered, and I raised my hand in celebration. It was news worth stunning many of the members. I smirked and glanced at Bryson’s defeated and humiliated face. It's funny how easy I defeated him though, almost killing me to boredom. Then suddenly, while I stared at his defeated face, Prince Deacon's cold appearance flushed in my mind. He's the known god of war. Best of the best. Thinking of that, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I spar with him.

The wolves had done the unthinkable! They hadn’t merely defeated the creatures from hell; they had shattered the myth of Zen's invincibility. Their victory was an open challenge to Zen's authority. The wolves’ cheers echoed through the air, buzzing with triumph. Sean dragged himself through the warriors, patting shoulders, offering brief nods of approval. It was a gesture born of habit. In that moment, he forgot he was no longer the beta. The warriors too gravitated toward him, seeking his acknowledgment as they always had after a victorious battle. He may not hold the badge, but he was still their commander.

He skidded across the ground and landed hard on his back. For a second, there was nothing but stunned silence. Then the training ground erupted in whispers. “No way.” “That was unpredictable” The warrior I had just defeated sat up slowly, staring at me with wide eyes before he laughed breathlessly. “Okay,” he said, pushing himself to his feet. “I give up.” I smiled slightly. “You’re good. You just left an opening.” He shook his head. “With that last move, I am lucky I can still move” “Oh, that?” I remembered my last hit.

I grabbed the bat from the corner, swinging it experimentally, tasting the metallic weight in my hands. The thought of making them kneel, of forcing obedience, gave me a sick thrill. But then I saw him - my brother, Alpha Roman - arriving with his warriors, eyes sharp, presence commanding. The air seemed to hum with authority, a force stronger than my own, stronger than the fire Rahab and I could muster.

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."

I rolled my eyes ‘like that would ever happen’. I was caught off-guard when he grabbed me by my waist and threw me. I took the support of my hand’s steading myself up ‘fuck, paying dirty, aren’t you’ I backlashed. I was tired, exhausted, fighting 14 skilled warriors wasn’t a joke, I was almost reaching my limit ‘Everything is fair in love and war dear’ he flaunted, pushing aside his cashew-colored hair. ‘Like hell, it is’ I came at him, throwing punches, kicks, but he was strong, not as strong as me though, I smiled, as he looked at me with fear, he knew he had to accept defeat because I had pinned him down.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.