Evolved Warrior Domination Novels & Stories

Elias growled again at the close contact, and Drake chuckled as I pulled away from his embrace. Drake was the Divine Warrior for the immortal line, just as I was the Divine Warrior for the shifter line. There was also a faerie line and a magic worker line. Always one Divine Warrior at a time only, although there could be many guardians. Of course, this was potentially proving to be untrue, as according to my traitorous bitch sister, the child that Louise was carrying could also be a Divine Warrior. But we couldn’t know for sure until the baby was older, and started showing signs.

the warrior added. "Now, I am very eager to settle everything that hinders us from doing that," I replied, smiling. "Do not worry, I will make sure to satisfy everyone with training when the time comes, so until then, make sure to learn everything from Gamma Dom. You will be needing that when facing me, I am nothing like the other Luna's so you better prepare yourselves. And that applies to all of you who want to fight me." I added to give them motivation and took their training with Dom seriously. I know that DOm was really serious when it comes to their training, but I had a feeling that when he was mated with Shane, he started to cool down himself and started being lenient.

the atmosphere. A formation of warriors stood next to walls throughout the room with their hands holding their weapon hilts as Jonathan entered. His mood was black while his body moved swiftly with anger. Jonathan ascended to the throne before facing his people from that position with a loud commanding voice that filled the hall. The pack leaders revealed that someone had attacked their territories causing him to show barely hidden fury. Unprovoked attackers from the Damon clan invaded the territories that belonged to our kingdom. They have challenged our rule.” A low murmur spread through the room. Some of the warriors showed signs of discomfort but most warriors expressed their battle rea

“Each of your brothers has passed before me and I have sought to infer the will of the new head chief. Your siblings are smaller, weak, older, and less experienced in the battle fight. And he said to me, ‘Look at their image or the height of their reputation. I need a strong warrior. Powerful enough to fight the abomination of hell, fight those vampires and the likes.’ For head chief, Leo sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but he looks on the heart. And sir Leo has chosen any other of your preferences. Knowing this young Damian, every human has evolved from the forefather's chosen destiny. We are all the offspring of the survivors of war. Thus, it is reasonable that w

A pillar of cosmic purple and golden fire erupted from Clara’s skin, shooting across the room like a tether of pure energy that slammed directly into Dominic’s spine. Dominic let out an earth-shattering roar as the ancestral power flooded his veins. His golden claws doubled in length, enveloped in an unholy purple plasma that turned every strike into a wave of total annihilation. He moved like an unstoppable god of war, decapitating three beasts with a single swipe, his foot crushing the chest of another as he decimated the entire shadow horde in a matter of minutes. When the last beast turned to black ash, silence settled again over the obsidian cavern.

Dominic spun around, his hand instantly dropping to the heavy sidearm at his waist, his teeth bared in a lethal snarl as the dust cleared in the doorway. Dominic entered the room, his eyes glowing feral red, holding a charred biker vest. They did not just take the serum, Valerie, Dominic growled, his voice vibrating with pure, unbridled fury as he tossed the burnt leather onto the floor between them. They took your lead researcher. They have declared war on the system.

In the ranks of Wyverna's armed forces, a master of energy transformation could rise to war general, but it took a supreme grand martial to earn the title of Baron of War. Zane, an old-school bruiser with the Divine Ape Backbreaking Fist in his arsenal, could be an example. Even though he was in the dominator league, he had a shot at being dubbed a Duke of War. However, to be a bona fide Duke of War, they had to be in the Martial Power league. The four big shots, the Lords of War of Regulus Windsur, were on a whole other level—the 'unity' level. They had their own turf. In it, they were unbeatable.

He seems to stop for a moment collecting himself once more before continuing, “A servant can be traded just like a dominant warrior at the age of three for training, teaching them everything from cooking and cleaning to maintenance and Pride care. However, a breeder; they can be either a dominant warrior or an Omega servant, though they are usually the latter as an Omega is more submissive, they can’t fight and are easier to control, especially with fear. If a dominant warrior female isn’t traded at the age of 3 they are kept within the Pride and trained to fight until they have their first shift and then they are put up for trade once more.” “Elizabeth mentioned something about how she had

“You don’t understand. She’s not territory. She’s not a trade. She’s mine. And I don’t negotiate what’s mine.” The Widow’s eyes narrowed—a glint of war behind the grief. “You’re a fool. I’ll take her back one way or another.” Dom’s smile was pure predator. “Try. But know this—if you move on her, I erase you. Every safe house, every account, every loyal dog. I’ll salt your grave with the ashes of your empire.” “You’d start a war over one girl?” Dom pulled Eirwen against him, hand splayed at her stomach, his brand. “I’ll end a war over her. And I’ll win.”

When you put it that way. Dominic pulls back and takes me by the shoulders. "Since I was a young boy, I knew I was a Warrior-a fighter for good." His eyes drift off like he's reliving a memory. "Once I transitioned, defending the Realm is all I have ever known." He looks back down to me and his two last words come out deep and hushed. "Until you." "So hang on, you've always just trained to be a Warrior?" I clear my throat. "You've never dated or you know, had a relationship with a woman?" I look away, embarrassed that I even allowed the words to come out of my mouth.