Guerrier Novels & Stories

The stone guardian was massive, its limbs heavy but surprisingly quick, each movement precise and deadly. “Watch out!” Lucas yelled, darting to the side as another guardian swung its ancient weapon toward him. Gabriel’s muscles coiled, ready to spring into action. He surged forward, wielding his sword with the authority of an alpha, the blade glinting in the dim light as he cleaved through the guardian's outstretched arm.

“You did not say the name of your land, stranger.” “My land is Concordia,” Thaelen replied. “I am Thaelen, and this is Meguitte.” “Luos and Willa,” the man, Luos, replied. “Wine?” Meguitte poured for them all. “Tell us about Astreau,” Thaelen said as they settled into the seats with the wine goblets. “Is there someone to whom I should give my respects having arrived uninvited?” Luos sipped his wine as he considered. “There is the local pack, the Les Guerriers Sanctifies, but they are just a small pack, still finding their place in Lamphis, and you do not need to fear them.”

I'm a f**king king. I'm ruthless. I'm rude. I'm a lion in a sheep's clothing. I love the screams of the men that betray us. I love the sound of gunshot like the melody that my mother plays every night on her piano. I love the smell of the gunpowder. I love the fear radiating from the men when they come to know who I am. I am Rainal O'Brien. I can't be weak. I'm the fucking king and no one dares to cross me. I had no weaknesses other than my family and he is gone so there is nothing left except my mother who hid for so long so she won't be harmed by my enemies because a mafia definitely have allot of enemies.

He even threw it in the air and then caught it when it came back to him. Young Marc also caught my attention. He shows his pet frog the spear he is holding. It has the shape of a moon on both sides, near its sharp end. It has a long handle and looks very sturdy. “The one you are holding is Battledore, Deborah. While, Glade’s weapon is called the Bastias. And Marc was chosen by Crescent Spear,” Archmaster introduced their weapons to them.

I flourish the dagger with my fingers and swiftly insert it back into its sheath and place it back into my baldric. ‘Without your wolf and magic and if your family or I’m not nearby. You only have your fighting skill and these daggers to defend yourself and keep safe. I could never live with myself if any harm ever came to you,’ he says. I give Micah a solemn look and decide to show off my fighting skills to reassure him that no one could ever physically harm me. I move slowly away from him, shift my right leg forward from my left in a fighting stance, and swing the dagger to my right and back to my left, repetitively with speed. Then, as quick as lightning, I throw it up in the air and tumb

she explained walking over to the wooden beam and leaned her shoulder against it. “ I don’t think differently of you. You should have told me, I would have made sure your training was set up accordingly. I actually have a couple of warriors who are half breeds and who can’t shift. They don’t go in first in a war or battle but they are there in the way they choose to be.” I explain to her hoping that helped “ thanks but I don’t need to be reassured on how I’m capable on being useful to the pack” she sighed standing up straight walking down the steps

Chapter 98 Germaine stared at the five warriors who had just come from the werewolf realm. One minute, she was talking with Storm, and then the next, the five of them appeared in the signature Charlie's angels pose. It was the same move Storm and Keratin always pulled whenever they were in fight mode. They were introduced as Verag, Crag, Croton, Mulag, and Numa. Introductions were made all around, and they clasped hands with everyone. When it got to Germaine's turn, she marveled at the strength that flowed from them.

Their glances spoke volumes, wordlessly communicating their mutual distrust and simmering rivalry. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the distinctive patches adorning their vests, or as Krystal would jokingly refer to them as "cuts." Some displayed the emblem of the Gold Vipers, while others proudly sported the insignia of the Devil's Rangers. The contrasting symbols spoke volumes, hinting at a simmering rivalry that hung heavily in the air, fraught with unspoken tension.

After five minutes, the generals arrived, each wearing serious expressions. Klaus, the general, stood at the head of the group of warriors summoned to the Packhouse. He was a formidable figure, broad-shouldered and muscled, with a serious expression that commanded respect. His men were an elite group of soldiers, each hand-picked for their strength, agility, and fighting skills. Next to Klaus was Remy, a former mercenary who had joined the pack after saving the life of the young Liam. Remy was a tall, dark-skinned man with a scar running down the left side of his face. He was known for his quick thinking and deadly accuracy.

"You have done enough harm to the humans." Giselle straightened her back, stiffening her resolve as she faced the pointy-eared menace. "I will not go back there. Never." The Warrior reached to his side and drew the Guardian Sword he wore, the bronze blade pulsing its bluish light, his countenance never changing. "If you do not return, then I have no choice but to kill you. Would you not rather live?"