Greatest Warrior Novels & Stories

If the boy was discontent enough, he may be useful. The young man eyed him haughtily. "Vidar." The boy drew himself up and puffed out his chest. Brand took a bite of stew to avoid laughing at the display. "Ah, son of Odin. A fine name for a fine young warrior," Brand told him after swallowing a bite of the mystery meat in his bowl. Vidar preened under the compliment. "My father is one of the Chieftain's most feared warriors. I will be in his personal guard one day."

he begins respectfully, “Of course no one here is doubting your strength and abilities. Your skill as Gamma is unlike anything we’ve ever seen before. But even though you’re the strongest warrior, that doesn’t mean every she-wolf can keep up–let alone one without a wolf!” Gamma Everly raises a stern eyebrow at the warrior, but she doesn’t speak just yet, leaving space to continue. The warrior seems flustered. “The kingdom has only just come back from a serious battle,” he says. “We may yet have to wage a full-on war. You’re of the utmost importance to our military, Gamma Everly, and personally training one warrior is a huge drain on your efforts. I fear for what will happen if you start wast

The most feared warrior of past decade; DEATH! Even Nicholai shook in an unknowable fear. He sensed no magic. He sensed no aura. Yet, he feels fear just looking at the eyes of his Lexus. It couldn't be? The tell tales of kings of past decade. The unbeatable and most feared warrior of all time; Death!

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

Legend bears witness to the battle of Haven Clark against an estimated one hundred thousand troops of the Fire nation's army. The battlefield that was originally a sea of ​​sand, turned into a sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses. The youth was standing atop a mountain of corpses with the aura of a soul-devouring creature. Since then, all members of the military have made Haven Clark the God of War. Word spreads and shakes the Medicine Nation government, but Haven hides his identity and only gives his name as Clark. People refer to him as "Mr. Clark" only. Everyone in the military world is subject to Mr. Clark. For two years he was the Medicine Nation's best soldier, until Medicine Nati

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

“But I do challenge you all to do your best.” “Okay, so one will be fought without magic and the second fighting round will be fought with magic. And just for some of our newer warriors. Adrik is a demon, more importantly, demon royalty. So, bring your best.” I told the crowd. “Your queen, would you like to address your warriors?” I asked Gabi before looking at Sam.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

I replied. "That's," he muttered, unable to finish his words. "Daring," I replied. "But before you join my squad, you had to do what it takes, that was then though," I mumbled. "Is there no other way?" He asked. "There are many other ways, many are daring," I replied. "What about your weaker men?" He questioned. "Your method will only secure the strongest of them, how do you elect the weakest men?" He asked. "I don't have weaker men because I believe no man is weak, yes, I only separate the strongest one, to know how to arrange them in time's of war but the rest, I trained really hard until they realize their strength," I explained.