Famous Warrior Names Novels & Stories

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

I tell him with all seriousness. I change and get outside to start working on the build and find that many of the warriors are there waiting for me and ready to help. I stand there confused, “What is going on?” I look at Austin. “Food is a great motivator, Luna.” One of the warriors said. “Alpha keeps talking about the pork shoulder sandwich you gave him and said you have skills.” He added. “What’s your name warrior?” I ask “David, Luna.” He replied, "The other four with us are Michael, Leo, Derick and Thomas.” He added.

I answered shortly, not giving her much to work with. She seemed to pick up on it, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a code name?" she asked, her curiosity growing. "Umm, yes." Shit. If she asks me what it is, what do I say? I was a lead warrior, but I wasn’t a ranked member. Why the hell did I lie just now? I was confused by my own behavior. "Can I know what it is?" she asked cautiously, her voice soft but eager. "Umm, usually it’s… Delta."

When someone on Earth asks who I am, should I use my Universal name or my Warrior name? His father smiled, pride and warmth in his eyes. "Use your warrior name. You earned that, and it carries weight. Your other name— Basil—that’s the one your mother gave you, and it’s for those closest to your heart. Save it for when you feel true affection for the young lady, son." Bastion nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips again. "Good answer, Father." "Now get some sleep. Big day ahead," his father said, squeezing his shoulder before heading out.

After the battle, even after her death, they still heralded her for her ferocity. And Anah, the middle, was a famous warrior also known from the werewolf war, especially from the male, and has earned the right to be the bravest among the three, gifted in the spiritual realm of the afterlife, and the most powerful of them. Eve remembered her as most of her hairstyle had bleached to a lighter shade of gold when they accidentally made a potion that made her hair like a golden river of fur, leaving warm caramels in-between against her honeyed skin. Anah took up arms and armor and fought in battle alongside men during the war without a single rest. Her bravery earned her the nickname 'Anah the Sh

"My sister." Hailey's eyebrows arched, and she felt a fleeting curiosity to ask for more details. She quickly dismissed the thought. Rogues frequently lied to protect themselves. Believing her would be foolish. Folding her arms, Hailey stared into the flames. "Nathan Snow," she began. "Was there ever a warrior by that name? I doubt he's alive now, but I heard he was a great warrior." The rogue dropped a branch, her expression turning blank. "No, I've never heard of him."

"And the first thing I want to know is: what were they?" I knew my Dad was a warrior, but the list in my hand didn't contain just the names of warriors. I wouldn't say I knew all the warriors that once lived and still do, but Dad made sure I knew all the warriors—by their names and faces—when he was still alive. And after I became a Beta, I made that a habit. I knew the names of the warriors who lived. But this list had only a few warriors on it. It wasn't like I was a hundred percent sure, but I knew something wasn't adding up.

Caspian led an army of men in steel armor, along with two battalions under Dax. Although he was equipped with fewer than a hundred thousand men, his intimidating presence struck fear in Quinton's forces. Caspian Lynch, or the Diatoranian God of War, was a famous name. A legend of Diatoran, he was simultaneously an enemy's worst nightmare. Now turned rebels, Quinton and his men found themselves facing Caspian, their former ally, whose reputation alone instilled dread.

One asked just as another questioned, "What do you need?" At that, the warrior smiled, an expression the King hadn't seen on the powerful warrior ever since he met him. The King focused raptly on the warrior because even he was curious about his name. Despite having stayed in the castle for a long while, his wife had never told him his name except that he was her brother. He looked at the warrior intensely, waiting for his reply. "I am Slovīc," The warrior finally answered. "...and I need blood." He stated. "Lots and lots of blood."