Guerreiro Novels & Stories

Aranjo put on his ears and after a calm state, Aranjo opened the window curtain of the stretcher. However, before he had time to open the curtain, the large curtain that was in front of him was roughly opened. A soldier in a suit of armor full of blood stared at him. The Warrior was not from the Danzou Kingdom, so Aranjo retreated his body. That means they were defeated by the enemy. The soldier looked at him with such passion that even the soldier seemed to swallow. Aranjo knows clearly the beauty and the beauty of his body that makes every eye stare in awe of him.

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

I was Samantha Blackthorn, daughter of fire, and the storm wasn’t just around me—it was inside me. As we advanced toward Harry, more guards broke ranks and fled. One even threw down his blade and shouted, “I won’t fight them! That’s not a man—that’s a goddamn ghost wolf!” The term echoed through the arena, whispered and repeated until it grew louder than any command. “Ghost wolf… Ghost wolf…” The legend was breathing again, no longer a myth but a terrifying, undeniable truth. Ryu’s reputation had become a prophecy, and I was standing next to it, forging one of my own.

Cassian queried. Thiago had a look of dread on his face as he answered, "He's a mysterious and unpredictable man." "Can you tell me more about him?" "Although I've never met him, it's clear from his actions and conduct that he has both a cunning side and a chivalrous side. If you must insist on a description, you can think of him as a ruthless yet formidable man." "A ruthless yet formidable man? Like the powerful warlords of ancient times?" "Precisely! Just like those ancient warlords, he's devious and cruel yet at the same time, a brilliant man in every way," Thiago said. "It's not his real name, but the name Nino Kingsley strikes fear into the hearts of all."

When I regained my balance, I pulled out my daggers, my original weapons, from both palms. Using telekinesis, I attacked the Sikriya. I hit it in the back, causing it to fall down. "Jevro! kill it!" I shouted at the man who was fighting a wild boar with horns like a deer. Jevro looked up and quickly met the falling Sikriya. He slashed its head before landing on the wild boar's back and stabbed it in the back of its neck. Some Spanish Malemyns who had recovered quickly returned to the battlefield to help. So did the Gwandys.

My tongue felt heavy while the taste of that copper-honey blood coated the back of my throat, ensuring I didn't feel like the girl who had been crying in the silk sheets an hour ago. The warrior across from me stopped laughing. He was a Gamma, his frame thick with the kind of muscle that only comes from decades of guarding the border, and as he shifted his weight to grind his boots into the sand, he looked at me and then at the sword Duke had handed me before I walked out here. "Let me be direct with you, human," the warrior said, tightening his grip on his own blade until the leather wrap creaked under his palm. "I will be soft on you, because I don't want to damage the skin before the Alph

He was a storm of rage, a warrior who fought without terror, a protector of his mate. She saw Zane, his actions frenzied and unpredictable, his sword a silver blur in the chaos. He fought with calculating cleverness, his mind a weapon as lethal as his sword. He was a phantom, a specter, a guardian of his mate. She observed as Kai, his mind a sword, directing warriors with swift hand movements, his sword a deadly extension of his mind. He fought with an icy, calculated precision. He was a general, a strategist, a protector of his mate.

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”