Game Of Thrones Warriors Novels & Stories

Beyond the eight God of War titans, they had even rallied an army of a staggering one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers! Fly Drakon caught the flicker of worry in General Chava's eyes and quickly reassured him, "General, ease your mind. The eight of us are a force to be reckoned with. Liam won't stand a chance if he dares to cross paths with us—he's as good as gone." Garna inhaled sharply, nodding silently, his thoughts racing. He hoped against hope that those eight legendary warriors, each a God of War from their own nation, could take down Liam, the feared Commander-in-chief of Pendragon.

Maeve POV “Put in some work!” I yelled at the warriors. They growled, coming at their partners with their swords. “Think of it as your enemy!” I yelled, watching the bloody men. They were wearing black shorts with swords. I split the warriors long ago; these are the warriors, my armies, and the ones I bounced out are the guards. Their training is not as exceptional as this; only powerful minds can pass this training, and we just recruit new people.

And armed warriors entered in perfect formation black armor engraved with the unmistakable symbol of the royal house. Tanya stepped back instinctively. Her mother whispered, shaken, “They found us too fast…” Kael moved in front of Tanya without hesitation. Protective. Instant. Unquestioning. The bond between them surged violently at the contact. Tanya hated how her body responded to it. Hated it more because it felt safe. The warriors advanced. Silent. Precise. Not rogues. Not hunters. Soldiers. Trained. Loyal.

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

Not when she was slowly agreeing to get mine and definitely not when I just had sex with her in my dream! We were meant to be together and not Starr! I stared at the warriors again. These were warriors handpicked by him on dangerous mission. All these years I had worked with him as his beta, he had only used this special warriors once. These set of warriors were loyal only to every Alpha on the throne. They have no o respect for any other person including me. This was certainly a war... It's not just about the way they were marching in like they were going to a battlefield, it's because I know Alpha Starr very well.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

KANE'S POV I pick Serenity up and start running towards the pack so I can get her to the pack hospital. As I'm running with the warriors behind me, my wolf starts acting really agitated. "What's up, Thor?" I ask him. "This girl is special. Even though her wolf is weak at the moment, I can tell she's special. I need to help them and protect them." He replies, getting more agitated. "What do you mean special?" I ask him.

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.