Guerrier Novels & Stories

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”

He was angry at whoever had been stupid enough to lay a finger on Nicole but he was proud that Maxwell had been able to defend himself. I will kill him. I growled back. No one touched my little girl and got away with it. That's almost as deadly as someone touching my mate and thinking they have the right to do so. You may want to prepare the rest of the warriors. He's only twenty minutes behind us. And he sounds pissed. Luca spoke. His voice was now eerily quiet and I knew that wasn't a good thing. That meant he was going to kill anything and anyone who was putting the lives of the people he loved in danger.

He responds and I smile. He excuses himself for some minutes to go talk with the sales person, before returning back to me. Together we take a tour of the place and I find out that most of the cars there are not to my taste, except for a black, sleek Ferrari, but I'm not about to have him pay for that. "Seen anything you like yet?" Gregory questions after we had our fair view of the cars displayed. "Yes and no" I respond. "What do you mean by yes and no."

another soldier began, turning his rifle under his chin in a grim resolution. Bang! The gunshot ricocheted, missing the soldier’s head entirely. A scarred, wax-covered hand had intervened, knocking the barrel off target. The figure behind it was imposing, muscles tense with the bearing of authority—a Baron. Others flanked him, igniting a flamethrower that roared to life with infernal light. A sheet of flame erupted, forming a searing barricade that incinerated the moths attempting to follow. The roaring blaze illuminated the Baron’s features: it was Gazier.

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

This wave of silver reflected an expanse of blinding silver-gray under the sunset and shone under the sky! The Leopard Cavalier! The most powerful personal guards under Horace's command! 132 members! Every single one of them had returned from the battlefield and experienced the cruelest fights! The Leopard Cavalier was not inferior to the Griffin Army! This group of guards that suddenly appeared wore silver armor embossed with the head of a roaring leopard on their chests. All of them had two scimitars slung around their waists, and the hilts were of leopard heads with their eyes opened.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

Again I am wrong as I feel myself being lifted on top of a shield as the world around me goes dark… “Today 2 Exceptional Warriors stand before us in a bid for glory!!!” I’m back in the Capua Arena again, in my 7 year old body. “From the frozen wastelands of the North, with the strength of the Black Bear and the finesse the deadly Mountain Lions, I introduce to you!!! Virexius The Iron Ram!!!” The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd.