Novel & Cerita Godly Warrior

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

The stage-nine martial god king generals like Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson, who were now allied with the Great Emerald Empire, could easily pull out any one of their generals to crush Dave. Moreover, the other parties had promised to cultivate all four of Jaxon's sons into martial divine emperors. Dave was hardly worth mentioning. "We have never seen that golden light before. We only know it's a metal-attribute defensive technique," Dyson said fairly honestly, sharing the information he had detected. "To be honest, this technique of his is even more formidable than the Golem Mammoth, which has the strongest defense in our Zago race," Lynn also praised sincerely.

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

How in the world was Athena not disconnected from me? ‘Because I’m a special type of wolf. The Goddess specifically gave me to you because you needed a warrior on your side. I didn’t know that this would happen, but she had told me that my duty was to always protect you because you’re destined for greatness. The Goddess never lies, so you can believe my words. I’m named after Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War, for a reason. I’m one of her strongest warrior wolves who fights on the battlefield when the need arises – essentially a War General. Because of that, I have certain immunities, such as silver. Wolfsbane, on the other hand, is only like a fifty percent immunity. It still hurts like

And yet, the battle before them was intense. Their warriors were strong, well-trained. Many had been blessed by Delilah herself in past moons. Magic surrounded them like armor. Their swords glowed with light. None of the dark spells from the rogue Lycans seemed to touch them. It was as if the darkness had lost its power. Cross, King Maxwell's loyal Beta, was tearing through enemies like a wild beast. Blood flew, claws ripped. He laughed as he fought, this was his joy, his calling. It had been years since he felt the thrill of real war.

his eyes flickering between Bryson and Glenda as he continued, “I need warriors who know how to follow orders and nothing else.” With eyes lingering at Glenda, he added further, “I don’t need anyone else useless opinion. And if you can’t deal with that, then feel free to leave my border.” Bryson nodded. “It won’t happen again, Alpha.” “Good, I knew I could count on you!” Prince Deacon tapped his shoulder and moved away, a devilish smirk retaining on his lips. Now, this was the god of war that everyone was so afraid of. He looked completely merciless and deadly, an appearance I never saw in him since I came here. Not even during our battles with the Rogues.

"You are just a reflection. A memory he left behind in the void." The Warlord stepped forward. He did not walk so much as glide, his presence commanding the very metal of the city to shift and accommodate his path. "I am the end of the war. I am the Kael who did not doubt the price of victory. I am the version of him that chose to sacrifice everything to stop the gods. You should be thanking me. Because of my choices, the gods are dead." "And you are alone," I said, my voice gaining strength. "You destroyed the cage, but you turned yourself into the jailer."

" 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!"