Diary Of An 8 Bit Warrior Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Cara POV As we packed the car to leave our home and the Wolf Claw Pack, the air thick with tension, my father suddenly charged toward us, swinging a bat like a man possessed. My heart leapt into my throat as he got dangerously close, aiming at my mother. Time seemed to stretch - the flash of movement, the fear that gripped my chest, the metallic scent of panic in the air. And then, somewhere in the chaos, my mind went rogue: What. An. Idiot. A wolf with a bat? Wooooo, such a scary warrior. Haha! Even in the middle of terror, a tiny spark of sarcasm bubbled up - it was the only way I could cope with what was happening. He was coming straight at me!

"I'm just waiting for my uniform." Really? Will I actually get my own? My eyes lit up. When I was little, I admired warriors in their uniforms. They always looked fearless... powerful... For one second, excitement bloomed inside me, then my gaze drifted down to my body. The excitement vanished. Unfortunately... it wasn't made for Empty Belly. My wolf immediately growled. ‘Stop calling yourself that, dumbass. You'll look amazing’ A laugh escaped before I could stop it. I covered my mouth. "She actually called me dumbass..."

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

" I just nodded, he gave me the diary, I clipped the paper and father closed the door. I closed my eyes, I was born in the 1720's. I started thinking the year and began chanting: To thee I bestow my soul, salvage my bane life back in time. I beseech thy salvation. I bestow my fornlorn life to eternity. Grant me your benediction At that a faint light covered me. At first it was warm then suddenly I felt an excruciating pain. I felt knives peeling my skin, flames burning me. I thought that returning back in time is more painful than going forward. I dropped to my knees, I'm coughing blood and I can see my skin on the floor, blood was all around. My sight is getting blurry. When will this pain

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He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

Mathew extracts a small object from it that Emily realizes must be the diary he mentioned, and then he skims through it as though looking for a particular page. When he finds it, he hands the thing to Emily. "You will agree with me after you've read this." Emily reads the words written in curly handwriting, frowning at the first sentence. She had no idea Gianna was so creative with words; Hello, Diary. So I am back again and still sad. The universe or whatever it is that regulates people's happiness and suffering, has done it again. Proved that it doesn't like giving me my share of happiness. How did it get to this point so fast?