Greatest Warrior Novels & Stories

he called that move "one slash" The cultivator from the old book train that one moves for millions of times, perfecting it to become one of the greatest move of all time in his era. Once a greatest fighter of all time said," i do not fear a person who knows thousand moves, i fear the person who practice a single move thousand time" - by Bruce Lee.

Alexander once said that if a high-grade soldier was armed with weapons that were created from high-grade exotics would be invincible. He was not wrong as this was proven countless times in battles and wars involving countries and organizations. The big 5 used their High-Grade Warriors in the Supremacy War to dominate. This was the main reason why they became winners within the war. Soldiers that had their breakthroughs would be categorized as high-grade warriors, while their normal counterparts were categorized as low-grade warriors or just normal soldiers. The Supremacy War was 50 years ago, this solidified the hierarchy between the soldiers.

Argo is at a loss as to how to address the man without sounding rude. The man sniffed, he seemed exhausted. "I'm lazy to do this… but I'd better step in… so that all this bullshit can be done quickly….” said the man again, whether Argo should answer it or not. He is confused, and just looked down. “I am Rames, one of the protectors of the werewolves in Asulpen and Buthak…I am a god.” Said the figure, suddenly Argo went limp.. he knelt down with a blank stare at the man who turned out to be a god.

They were both trying to catch their breath. “I learned from the best,” Amir said grinning foolishly. Alexander only laughed at his brother’s remark. They stayed in silence for a while watching the men train. They were hardworking and very efficient. Amir’s eyes fell on a certain warrior, Ahmad, brother of Samirah. He was a skilled warrior and he had the stature of a fit warrior. He never complained and was always on time for trainings. A smile reached Amir’s face. “There’s this maiden...” Amir began speaking to his brother. That caught Alexander’s attention alright.

Even with makeshift troops and equipment, Avraam fought not only using techniques, but he used war tactics taught by his late father. The fierce battle did not last until the afternoon, because unexpectedly, Avraam's troops succeeded in eliminating many enemies. Incredibly, with his own sword, Avraam managed to decapitate Warlord Omra. When the enemy warlord died, that's when Omra's troops surrendered.

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

"Precision, speed, and lethal force." The best warriors of the vanguard stepped up first to demonstrate. Garrett moved with a seasoned, flawless grace, his dagger flying through the air and burying itself deeply into the inner ring of the target log. Next was Derik, a massive warrior who threw with terrifying power, his blade cracking the wood just an inch away from the center. Then came Ostin, a highly skilled but intensely quiet Alpha warrior, whose dagger landed perfectly in the inner circle, earning a nod of approval from the crowd. Then, Dominic stepped up to the line.

"I am just tired. With what happened to my mother, Damon, Emma, and you... I can't help but feel guilty. I started this war. I should take all the hits." Narrowing her eyes, Belinda, her words firm yet comforting, chimed in, "Take this from a gang leader's daughter, that's how it works. But one thing I can say from my experience over the years, the fact that you have kept us all alive to this day, makes you a damn good leader. You pick your battles wisely, and because of that, we are alive." Then she slowly lowered herself onto the hospital bed, beside Yoko, who gently embraced her with his good arm.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne