Gate Warrior Novels & Stories

He said and the warrior nodded his head. He wouldn't dare do that if he still values his life. He knew how short tempered their Alpha's twin brother was and he didn't want to anger him on his arrival to the park house. The warrior ordered the other warrior standing by the gate to open the gates and not to a minute the huge gates began to slide to the side.

I unleashed my entire alpha command on them, snarling at them, “Why the fuck aren’t you guarding your alpha’s gate? What if Ezra had come in? What the fuck is wrong with you, damn it!” The two warriors writhed on the ground in pain. With sweat running down their brows, one said, “We… are… so… rry… al… fa.” I dropped the command. The two men gasped as their backs were against the ground. I walked up to them and said, “The next time I don’t see anyone guarding Emma’s door, I swear I’ll tear you to pieces. Move!” Stunned, the two warriors stood up and ran to their place.

He had to be taught a lesson. I looked up through the window of our carriage and I could see Alpha Grayson pack compound gate in sight. Right at the front stood ten guards, all armed to the teeth with dangerous silver weapons. That was why I came to him first. He was the only alpha whose pack was blessed with silver. He was also the main supplier of all the weapons that all of the pack warriors used. Being gifted with that much silver made them to be a little immune to it thus making them the one of the strongest packs in all of the supernatural world.

I clutch a bouquet of winter roses tightly in my hand, their crimson petals a stark contrast to the pallor of my grief-stricken face. Memories of my father flood my mind – his laughter, his wisdom, the fierce determination that marked him as a leader among his pack. But now, all that remains are shadows and echoes, fragments of a life cut short by the cruel hand of fate. As the funeral procession winds its way through the city streets, I follow in solemn silence, my heart heavy with sorrow. The city gates loom before us, their ancient stone walls standing as silent sentinels, bearing witness to the passing of a great warrior.

" He went away I sighed and again looked at that girl. She is Warrior Kent's mate? I saw him lying on her lap, a great loss to werewolf world. I went up to her, and asked her if she was ok, I know not the right question, how can she be ok, she just lost her mate. She doesn't reply nor she looks up at me. I inform her about coming to our territories, still no reaction, then a man and woman came by her side. I went away to look around. Gamma had collected everyone, there were hardly 10 to 12 left. I ordered my men to bury all the dead with respect.

Jake The man tied to the chair clenched his jaw when Jake opened the door and stepped inside. Nitro and K-9 were seated a few feet away from him, talking in low voices, each with a beer in their hands. “Wrath,” Nitro said. “I appreciate you keeping him alive,” Jake said. “So, it’s true. You’re not patched but you’re affiliated with these fucking Warriors,” the man said, and spat on the floor. The patch on his vest read ‘Pusher’ and ‘Member’.

But as he finally arrived at the main gate, which was carved from a single, giant block of jade, he immediately felt the bitter truth of Sylvan's warning. The gate was guarded by two soldiers in silver armor. Their auras were strong and stable, at least at the peak Master level—a level that could lead a small sect in Malora. As Rayden approached, the two guards looked at him. Their gazes were not wary, but cold and full of a condescending judgment. "Halt," one of the guards said, his voice flat and emotionless. "State your name and world of origin." "My name is Ray," Rayden answered curtly. "I am a wanderer from the mortal realm."

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Gamma Everly is giving me the space to do whatever I see fit. My claws make their way up to Warrior Garett’s jugular. I could kill him. I could kill him right now. It would be like nothing. It would be so, so easy. But I find my gaze roaming along the crowd once again. The warriors I’m staring at are misguided in their beliefs that she-wolves can’t fight, but hopefully now I’ve managed to change their minds. If I want to train alongside them, I want them to like me. To respect me. And Warrior Garett has been a long-standing member of the Lycan Army, as well as a formidable asset to the Lycan Royal Family.