Game Of Thrones Warriors Novels & Stories

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.

I am the daughter of an Alpha, the ones who approach me and become friends with me are the daughters or granddaughters of an Alpha or Beta. Okay, forget about the past. I have to focus on my present and my future. 'Tayron, I'm already at sea and sitting with the warriors. You sent five warriors wearing black suits, didn't you?' I contacted Tayron via the mind link. I looked at the five warriors before me, their faces expressionless and their backs stiff. When on duty, all warriors in this world are stiff. 'I'm relieved to hear that. Yes, they were the warriors I sent,' Tayron replied.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

Battle gear (armors, bulletproof vests, helmets, shields) – Verid and Rocky Artillery (assault and sniper rifles, handguns, Tasers) – Zhackary and Jeffery Bioweapon (corrosive liquid, tranquilizer darts, poison arrows) – Rhianna and Jaden Explosives (land mines, bombs, nukes, improvised explosives) – Gina and Czar Food Production (animal hunting, food crop plantation, harvesting, food trading) – Goyo and Mono Improvised weaponry (spears, bows and arrows, daggers, halberd) – Keisha Medic Team (antidotes, first aiding team, medical tools and equipment) – Shino and Renz Battle Trainers (archery, military, bio, explosives, Med) – Archery: Rhianna; Military: Zhackary; Bio: Jaden; Explosives: Gina

Drawing her sword she readied herself for the attack. The wall moved slowly taking its time to torture her. More flames blazed around her lighting the faces of the duio warriors that were coming. All their faces seemed to be grey and slowly decaying, some having holes in their cheeks and jaws, bone showing through. Their mouths hung open revealing rotted teeth. Their eyes stared blankly ahead, glazed over and unseeing. Bile rose in Elaina’s throat as realization crept in. These warriors were not of the living, they were Ekek.

I continued, striking and dodging as the warriors came at me from different directions. Eventually, the three men backed away, exhausted. Kael nodded. “Better.” I bent forward, struggling to catch my breath. This is harder than I thought. Nyra replied. ‘It’s for your own good’ I straightened and glared at Kael. A smile curled across his lips. Then he turned toward the warriors. “Now, five.” What did he just say? The warriors exchanged tired looks before slowly moving back into position. “What do you mean, five?” I asked.

And yet, Aragorn thrived in madness. The guard’s expression grew darker still. “And then there are the warriors. Not ordinary soldiers, Lady Eva. These are the strongest warriors to walk the earth. Men who’ve carved reputations in blood and conquest. Men who’ve trampled upon packs and taken heads as trophies. Each one is a storm by himself.” I forced myself to remain calm, though dread twisted inside me like a knife. “And they all came… for Nicklaus?”

They had been pushed around by the warriors from second-grade worlds, and each time they looked at a warrior from a third-grade world, they would feel incredibly uncomfortable. As time slowly passed, the warriors gathered gradually lost their patience, especially the warriors from third-grade worlds. A warrior from the Lycan Continent said to his fellow disciple, "What's taking so long? Why hasn't it ended? It's already a day later than any other slaughter game before! Did something happen? Is the situation completely messed up? Why aren't they out yet? We were told to wait for their triumphant return, and I hope nothing bad happened."

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.