Evolved Warrior Domination Novels & Stories

He felt them like truth finally given form, long and rigid, eager to gore the man who dared belittle him. Mahisar didn’t flinch. He only watched, eyes narrowed, turquoise becoming a colder, harder gem. When Danny’s hands went to the base of the horns, Mahisar lifted a single finger and the world seemed to obey him: the surge of pain thinned like fog, the horns folded back inward as if a glove had been turned inside out. Danny sagged a little, dizzy and humiliated by how easily the elder undid what he’d summoned. “Insolent child,” Mahisar repeated, softer now, but every syllable a blade. “You mistake heat for power. Anger is easy. Control is the hard thing. And control is what wins wars.”

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

She lifted her chin and pointed directly at me. “I am just as upset as you are!” Her voice quivered, the front she kept up faltering in the face of scrutiny. “But I cannot help that the illegitimate rogue still clings to a power that does not belong to her!” All eyes swiveled to stare up at me. I straightened, and muscle memory rested my hands on the railing in a queenly fashion. Old habits die hard. “It is her! Her mate has rejected her and still she is here! Seeping the power from the pack, steeling your strength and virility!” Her voice grew stronger with every word, and the Warriors began to shuffle in my direction.

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

But he, of course, wasn’t the one that birthed him. Even if he had been a woman, he wouldn't have birthed Alarick. Because the Warlord had to be on field, he also couldn’t afford to be hurt or die easily. It could be the death of their empire. So their family came from a legacy of children born by frost giants from a warlord’s blood. If the child was born a woman, the giants took her away. If it was a man and human, he would be the next Warlord.

Before we get out of the pack, he tells me how my eyes need to be red before I could be accepted as the alpha and rule my pack, and in the meantime, Dante might return to ruling until that happens. IT'S BEEN THREE MONTH," after the whole incident, I just finished being crowned the alpha of the Dark Wand Pack. My eyes had glowed red while saving Mark from a close death call. It was one of his rough plays with Roman and Jared and if I hadn't come online, he would have fallen off the whole building. They forgot he could crawl and they still played with him as if he was still a month old. Mark had no resemblance to Xylah but rather he looked just like Roman which made it more believable. After t

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

This was the beginning of our end. I lift my eyes and stare across the calm water. Violence follows the Shadow Warriors. After their ships landed on Earth, the women left the men which catapulted the men to finally make the changes needed to keep them alive. They became farmers and fed humans instead of warring with them. The Warrior aliens had the physical characteristics to pull it off-blond hair, blue eyes, and enormous bodies that made them appear to be good corn-fed farm boys. The Warriors then married human women and began procreating much like their female counterparts. Males produced male offspring and females produced females. The males somehow raised their sons to be nonviolent pac

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.