Greatest Warrior Novels & Stories

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

The General’s move was shocking but it was understandable since he was a War General to the Warriors but what was shocking without a buffer was the fact that it was the Blabbermouth General. Who knew he had an aggressive side? “Thank you, General,” I said to General Raand and turned back my attention to the ragged warrior. “What did they do to you? Why are you looking like a—” The ragged warrior’s eyes shone with dread as he gazed at me and I halted my attempt to speak. “Your Highness!” He cried. “Evil!” His voice took a shaky grim tone. Evil. Really? Evil did that to you?

Phoenix replied, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't help but chuckle at their banter. "You guys are hilarious," I said, shaking my head. Phoenix turned to me, "What do you mean? I'm the greatest warrior in all of the land." Maximus snorted, "In your dreams, maybe." Phoenix feigned offense, "Hey, I'll have you know, I've defeated giants and dragons." "And I've defeated Phoenix," Maximus replied, crossing his arms. Phoenix laughed, "You wish! I let you win that time."

Those destructions were caused by the battle of seven sacred humans who want to be the strongest human in the whole world. The seven sacred men were the seven greatest warriors of their time, swordsmen who have been able to surpass the limits of human strength. Their strength was even higher compared to a thousand great warriors of their time. They are no longer called warriors by the time, some people assume that they should be the Gods, but finally the people named them as the Earth Demons.

My father’s voice entered my head, “that’s enough, son there gone.” Xander snarled as he walked over to the dead warrior, sitting on his haunches he howled in pain. My father knelt at the warrior’s side, his head down and his hand on his chest, “you served us well, John, may the goddess receive you and hold you close to her”

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

"Miron, I must confess that I have been observing that young man with great interest for several months now. In my humble opinion, there is no greater military genius within the Empire than Ethan Slayer. And with just his sword, I must admit that I am not his equal." Under normal circumstances, Miron would have dismissed such claims as the ramblings of a madman. However, these were the words of none other than Grand Knight Zikk, the esteemed commander of the Royal Knights, who was widely regarded as one of the most powerful warriors in the Empire, second only to the venerable Saints.

“The only disadvantage we have… is our numbers.” Silence instantly fell. “But numbers… have never decided a battle.” I slowly raised my chin. “So what if they have a hundred more? So what if they have a thousand more?” I suddenly threw my head back and laughed wildly. The laughter echoed across the pack before stopping abruptly. I looked at every warrior before me, and my voice exploded like thunder. “Because one warrior of mine… is worth twenty of theirs! So don’t return until every enemy before you has fallen! Show them why we’re feared and revered!”

His warriors rallied around him, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment as the dragon’s onslaught continued unabated. I had never seen him like this before. Suddenly, right in front of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and a slightly rounded belly was a warrior clad in armor, like something straight out of fantasy. This was the great Alpha King. This was the man of legend. And seeing him, like the greatest commander that had ever lived, bolstered me. I had to join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

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 we