Famous Warrior Names Novels & Stories

I don't even know his name and yet he calls me to the front to show me "basic moves'. If only he knew how well trained I actually am then he wouldn't be choosing to embarass himself right now. As far as I'm concerned his ignorance needs to be taught a lesson. This is going to be the most fun I've had in awhile. It is taking everything in me to keep a straight face instead of smirking like I would love to do. "You know my name, but I don't know yours. I don't think that's very fair, do you?" I ask with the most innocent voice I can muster. "You're right. It's not fair. My name is Allistar, I am the Top Warrior of the Opal River pack." No shit Sherlock. Goddess, men are so aggravating. "I was

a Yutarian Warrior asked the people around him. "I'll go!" A Yutarian Warrior in traditional robes stood up and exclaimed, "The Wilderness Scimitars admire his skills greatly. My name is Rodrigo Vertmen. I look forward to learning from Mr. Ballard."

He was in deep trouble now! Benson had long since heard of the Pendragon Warriors' reputation. The Pendragon Warriors were among the most elite and most ruthless soldiers one would ever have the misfortune to meet. They had served the frontline of the battlefield, which equipped every single one of them with razor-sharp instincts and merciless ferocity.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

Goosebumps appear on my arms as the thought settles in. I'm hyperaware of Ryan's accelerated breath on the back of my neck as he closes his eyes in concentration. These aren't regular men; these are warriors hardened by loss and the struggle to survive, willing to sacrifice their own lives for the cause. Nathan draws a dagger from a belt holster. As one, we mimic his actions, and the small crowd seems to hold their breath. When Nathan gets up and out into the open, Ryan nudges me to repeat his actions. It makes sense for Nathan's most trusted soldier to be on the front line, and yet, I didn't even ponder that I'd be alongside them.

Fortunately, they didn't do anything wrong or say any improper words to Chu Xun when they were together these days. Yan Wushuang's voice was loud enough that the surviving warriors could hear it clearly. They finally realized that that man was the famous Chu Xun the Devil. They trembled with fear, but at the same time, they felt glad that they didn't fight back when Yan Wushuang mocked them and said they were good-for-nothings. Not only the Huaxia warriors, but also the western warriors all looked at Chu Xun with an amazed look. Chu Xun the Devil was not only well-known in Huaxia, but also known by many foreign forces.

“Unbound Mongoose!” “Unbound Mongoose!” “Unbound Mongoose!” The names of the 8 warriors that took the centre stage resounded in every part of the village. It didn’t matter if it was those in the Central Demarcation Line who had no fighting capabilities, or those on the battlefield itself. Everyone heard the mighty shouts of the warriors. Arthur’s title, Durandal, was proclaimed the loudest. After all, everyone had seen how he fought since the very beginning, even before the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast appeared. And many of them were in awe of their future chief.

It never went away; it just went underground! There were many fierce characters in the world of warriors, like the dreaded Twelve Evil Spirits. They would do anything for money, committing terrible acts. Nobody knew their real names, but everyone knew their scary nicknames. Elio's eyebrows knitted together. He knew how tough his enemy was. In a serious voice, he asked, "You must be working for someone. Who's the one in charge?"

That’s why Alpha wolves were often more aggressive—or, as my gran used to say, ‘easily provoked. My thoughts were cut off by Sam’s sudden shout. "So I could be related to the bravest warrior ever?!" The man blinked at him. "What do you mean, brave warrior?" "My name is Samuel Moon!" Sam said proudly. The surname Moon was a very common name amongst wolfs. The woman giggled. "Well, if your surname is Moon, it’s quite possible you’re a descendant of Fenric Moon. I wouldn’t be surprised at all, young man—you’re one of the bravest warriors I’ve ever met," she said, bowing to him.

He collapsed with a wet gurgle, his eyes wide with a shock that would forever be frozen on his face. They underestimated me. They saw an old man, a cripple, a relic from a bygone era. They saw the missing arm and the grey in my hair and thought I was easy prey. They were wrong. I was a living relic of war, a creature forged in the crucible of a hundred battles, a Spartan of the old school, and I had been killing men like these since before they were born. A House Ares warrior, a young man with a face full of arrogant confidence, charged me, his sword a clumsy, overeager slash. I didn't even bother to parry. I sidestepped, my movements fluid and economical, and let his momentum carry him past