Gate Warrior Novels & Stories

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’.

" 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!"

Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess. “First of all, Robin West shouldn't be called a bodyguard. I promise you his fans will kill you while he is going about his bodyguard duty before your enemies will.” “What I would do to have that hot man as my bodyguard? I can handle those fans, I just need him to rearrange all my organs.” Betty said, her voice dreamy. Yuck! Raphaella chuckled. “How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.”

Please tell Katey to hold on. The transition is seamless. The closest that Nate can compare it with is the Guardian tag-team system on Dungeon Raydens. You can switch to and back from your Guardian spirit at the click of an icon. You can even do it in the heat of battle or when you’re in dire straits. The Guardian has its own health meter, level, and special moves. Ecto applies a twist of the wrist on the throttle. “Katey… I mean Kate,” Nate shouts above the Ninja’s scream, “hold on coz we’re about to go fas…. teeeer!”

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.

“Only Durga—or her Tiger—may access them.” Kaplan glanced at Tharion, his pulse quickening, unsure if it was safe to pass through the wards. Tharion gave a brief, steadying nod, silently urging him forward. Taking a few cautious steps, Kaplan reached a tentative hand through the shimmering barrier. The light rippled and molded around him, probing, testing, as if assessing whether he was truly worthy of the weapons. The tingling energy of the wards raced across his skin, sharp and alive. He wrapped his fingers around the bow and arrow, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. One by one, he drew the other weapons through the wards, each moving smoothly into his grasp, until th

She replied curtly. Naming of the Alliance divisions was fairly straightforward. The two magic sectors were divided into the elemental mages in the Day Gate and dark magic mages in the Night Gate. Hunters, who could wield magic weapons belonged to the Twilight Gate and Healers and Medics occupied the Dawn Gate. Other than determining that the Witch was a dark magic user, her answer held minor significance to Allen.

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.