Greatest Warrior Novels & Stories

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

Confident. Aria froze. Something about the approaching presence felt wrong. Dangerous. Ancient. The crowd parted. A massive warrior stepped into view. He towered over everyone around him. Nearly seven feet tall. Broad shoulders. Scarred face. Armor black as midnight. His eyes glowed crimson beneath the firelight. Not natural. Not normal. Predatory. Selene immediately snarled. That one is different. The giant warrior smiled. Not kindly. Not warmly. Like a predator spotting wounded prey.

For it to be fair match Yom was given a proper rest. "Everyone bow down and hail the king" said the knight, everyone present bowed, Athen knew it was his time to win this competition and become Balak's bodyguard, he was already regretting on a thought of working for his enemy, Balak came to the competition, he was carrying his sword with him and was wearing his crown "Let's start the fight and see who is biggest warrior" he said excitedly.

Hearing Gavin’s footsteps and the bathroom door fling open I didn't bother to look up when the shower door opened. “What the fuck is going on, woman?!” He demanded sternly and I glanced up at him. The look in my eyes made his temperament grow soft and turn to concern. “I'm a failure and a shitty warrior,” I muttered sullenly, causing him to kneel down to my level. Reaching out he cupped my face and turned me to look at him. “Athena Blackstone, you're the best female warrior that I have ever known, but there's always someone better, and that doesn't make you any less remarkable,” he said compassionately.

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.

He takes a moment to gather himself before turning his attention back to me. "OK, let's do this!" This is the reason the guy is one of my top warriors and one of my best friends, and if I didn't have my brothers he would most defiantly be a higher-ranking wolf, and that's not because he's one of my best friends, but because he is one incredible fighter, fiercely loyal and holds incredible morals.

"He's amazing! He really is one step away from becoming a true warrior!" "Tanner has been working hard these days, and I didn't expect he would have reached this stage!" "For him to reach this stage when he's still so young, he might become one of the best warriors in our era by the time he reaches a hundred years old!" "I'm afraid Harvey won't understand just what level of power he's facing." "A true warrior… That's a level of power we can only attain in stories!"

“Chief Commander Draco Lang?! The chief commander of the War Dragon Squad?!” “Then, the one beside him… Could it be…” The six men looked at Kaze. They were veterans who once served in the army, so after learning Draco’s true identity, they realized who Kaze really was. Thump! The six of them knelt in front of Kaze. Even though the broken arm put them in excruciating pain, they insisted on kneeling. They looked at Kaze with reverence and eagerness. Kaze was the legendary God of War—the living legend in every veteran’s heart, the warrior who had never lost a battle!

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”