Guerreiro Novels & Stories

A spear came straight for his chest. He twisted aside, caught the shaft midair, and hurled it back. The man it struck dropped without a sound. “Form up!” Severo commanded. Lucia’s men poured from alleys and behind low walls, shouting war cries. “Enemy at the border!” “Kill them!” “Protect the city!” Severo drew his blade. The steel gleamed pale under torchlight, foreign forged, lighter than most, deadlier in motion. “I did not come to wage war,” Severo said, voice carrying even as arrows rained. “But I will not die kneeling.”

She crashed hard against the ground. Pain exploded through her body immediately. Sharp enough to steal her breath. But Guerero never even looked back. Not once. He attacked Genaro head-on. Reckless. Furious. A fatal mistake. Because Genaro had already been waiting for him. In a single blink, he shifted. His beast burst outward violently. Massive. Monstrous. The sheer size of him made nearby warriors stumble backward instinctively. Then Genaro slammed Guerero into the ground with terrifying force.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

And for the first time, he didn't feel like he was drowning. He felt like he'd been saved. **************************** INDEX: Murmillo- a type of gladiator fighter, uses a big shield Thracian- a type of gladiator fighter, a gladiator who uses speed

Lorenzo asked. Guillermo's expression darkened as he spoke through gritted teeth. "That useless fool seems to be injured." Lorenzo's jaw dropped. "Alfredo is the Sword Saint, a peak martial god. Who could possibly hurt him?" Guillermo clenched his teeth, taking a long moment before responding. "Andrew. That little bastard is back! I never expected he'd have the guts to go after Alfredo the moment he crossed the border. If he didn't have some incredible martial power or a deadly trump card, there was no way he would dare to challenge Alfredo!"

A human? On the deck of the Giant Whale, the greatest of Umbracia's four Lords of War stood imposingly. Known as the Giant Whale Lord of War, he towered over two meters tall, his hands gripping a deep blue steel trident, his figure clad in gleaming sky-blue battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, eyes alight with a fierce glow. Indeed, it was a human. The Lord of War, the mightiest and youngest of his era, the very man who had sparked this monumental conflict, Alexander!

"Okay fine I will just go ahead and say it. Remember that guy I told you I slept with last year,on my birthday?" "Ah! How can I forget na? Sweet gist like that one, I remember. The one you said disappeared when you woke up and you thought was a ghost till you saw a note from him. I remember too well." "It was him." "What do you mean by it was him? Who is he? Him, what? abeg explain make I understand." She said in Nigerian pidgin. Another habit she was never going to drop. "Well apparently, Mr Amadi is the same person as Mr Ghost"

The thundering hooves, the glint of steel, and the cries of battle intertwined in a symphony of war, marking the decisive turning point in the final chapter of this epic confrontation. Dray, a force of nature on his warhorse, charged like a relentless storm into the heart of the enemy army. His steed thundered with unbridled fury, carrying him swiftly through the chaos of battle. With a mere lift of his axe, he cleaved through the ranks of the Merlocks, each swing a testament to his skill and ferocity.

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

Temilorun said and exchanged her bag from her left to her right shoulder. “I mean, she said she would torment me, and that-is-what-she-is-do-oing!” Gwenevere tendered her hands before her. “I can’t blame her though.” She shrugged. “I mean I dashed out of the shop the same day she threatened to sack me. Who wants such a rebel for a worker?” “You’re not a rebel, ma’am.” Temilorun cautioned. “Oh, don’t deceive me, even you know how rebellious I can be.”