Guerreiro Novels & Stories

his father smiled and tried to say something, he struggled to say, take care of your mother and sisters, in his struggle for life, Adesuna watched life been snatched from his father, he quietly laid him down. A volcano erupted inside him, at the top of his voice he roared loudly like an hungry lion, he gently picked his sword and shield, he hopped a little and then faster, he delved into the middle of his foes with a bullock's speed and tenacity, a warrior

His name was Afro Joss. "Never thought I'd be in this position." Afro said. "Quite an honour that his majesty King Shima gave you huh?" The man beside him said. This one wore heavy armour that was dyed with orange and white. His hair was also orange and short but he had a pair of extremely long bangs that made him look like he had antennae. He had a sword on his hip and also a cannon on his back. His name was Ace Raun. "Well, even though he said that. I can't really give any orders or rather, I don't know what orders to give." Afro said.

a Yutarian Warrior asked the people around him. "I'll go!" A Yutarian Warrior in traditional robes stood up and exclaimed, "The Wilderness Scimitars admire his skills greatly. My name is Rodrigo Vertmen. I look forward to learning from Mr. Ballard."

He was in deep trouble now! Benson had long since heard of the Pendragon Warriors' reputation. The Pendragon Warriors were among the most elite and most ruthless soldiers one would ever have the misfortune to meet. They had served the frontline of the battlefield, which equipped every single one of them with razor-sharp instincts and merciless ferocity.

Ellie had to lock her jaw and lower her gaze not to show him how disgusted, horrified, and enraged his cold assessment of living, breathing people made her. “Now we’re making a bundle off them testing drugs we’ve cooked up to enhance the military and fitness freaks.” He turned away to tear off his gloves. “Have you seen how damn big we’ve made them? How strong? We trained them to fight just to show what is possible to do to humans and how much damage they can take with the new batch of rapid-healing medicines. Do you know how many billions of dollars in contracts we’re looking at? How much money we’ve already made so far? They are our prototypes. Showing what we can make them do, how fast, s

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The Infinity Steles floated around him, exuding prehistoric power. “Haha.” Recovering from the shock, Gutierre laughed. “It seems that killing you will take some time.” Even though James did not die, Gutierre did not care. To him, he merely needed to waste a little more time. Then, Gutierre made his move. He took the initiative to launch an attack. Holding the Heaven-Piercer Halberd, he slashed before him, and the terrifying power moved like waves. James had a look of indifference as his aura became strange.

Dillon shook his head in disbelief. After a few minutes, a warrior approaches him. “Beta, some of our warriors and families that lives near the border were attacked,” the man said.

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.