Legend Of The Fallen Warrior Novels & Stories

Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, its rhythm echoing in her ears. "A ten thousand strong Legion, led by a renowned warrior, failed to conquer Ice Demon City." The words hung in the air, a testament to the power of one man. Ethan Slayer, with a mere thousand knights and five hundred mercenaries, had single-handedly defeated the Legion. And to add to the spectacle, one of his commanders had slain the General of the Legion. The fall of a named warrior, a legend shattered in an instant. Ladia sat at her table, food still in her mouth, her mind reeling with disbelief. The world had shifted, and she was left dumbfounded, trying to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired.

Beyond the eight God of War titans, they had even rallied an army of a staggering one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers! Fly Drakon caught the flicker of worry in General Chava's eyes and quickly reassured him, "General, ease your mind. The eight of us are a force to be reckoned with. Liam won't stand a chance if he dares to cross paths with us—he's as good as gone." Garna inhaled sharply, nodding silently, his thoughts racing. He hoped against hope that those eight legendary warriors, each a God of War from their own nation, could take down Liam, the feared Commander-in-chief of Pendragon.

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Whilst i’ll tell them avout our departure. Kasumi gave nod and then leaving with the others and i’m going toward the prince to tell him about our departure. His expression is priceless when he saw me changed myself. I then flapped my wing and go after the others. On the dream we had before, the people from outside world that is us, are called Fallen by the people of this world. Because We are truth to our own desire untill we fall to depravity. I’ll made my dream became true on this fucked reincarnation setting. After i’m do e with the main mission. Destroying ‘that’ person.

"Finally! Do you have any idea how long I've been kept in here? This is outrageous! When my father hears-" "Your father is dead, Lillian." The words were quiet. Flat. Absolute. They didn't land like a blow. They landed like a sheet of ice, freezing her in place. Her mouth hung open, the rehearsed tirade dying on her lips. The color drained from her face. "What?" "The Chief Warrior fell defending the eastern pass during the siege," I said, my voice devoid of any emotion she would recognize-no gloating, no pity. I was simply a conduit for a fact. "He died with honor. Something you know nothing about."

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

It didn’t matter in the face of death. My head jerked to the right, founding the blade glistening. Looking at him, my hand reached for the blade. One second, two seconds, three seconds… “When you wake up in the other world, you’ll be thanking me, Winter.” And I struck the blade to his face, eliciting a roar from him. Bang~ The door to my doom opened, and so many people dragged me like I was nothing. Their eyes scrutinized me as if I was a skilled killer. A scream echoed throughout the path. Gone was the respect in their eyes. What I am now is just a fallen Luna.

I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

The men who went inside were all struggling to get out of the tent and it fell atop them and the tiger. Smiling to herself, Sara removed the fallen tent from their body as they ran away like mad men. The least they expected was a tiger inside a young girl's tent who was camping in a forest. Sara put all her things well and mounted her tiger as they continued their journey towards Autumn town. Sara inhaled sharply when she saw a few warriors in their uniforms staring at her with groggy eyes. One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping.

But at this moment, he realized that I was gone for good. My wings had long grown strong enough to shatter the cage he had built around me. “Irina…” he murmured. The madness in his eyes was replaced by regret that had come a little too late. I did not spare him another glance. Protected by Professor Lawson and the security officers, I left without looking back. Sunlight streamed through the shaded path and cast a long shadow behind me. This time, I had rewritten my life on my own.