Legend Of The Fallen Warrior Novels & Stories

Finally, I stopped. “You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.” A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.

Others just shook their heads and walked away, their shoulders slumped and their eyes sad. The fury in Leo’s eyes was murderous. “Don’t come back! You are not welcome here anymore. You worthless traitors!” One of the warriors fell on his knees and started begging Leo. “Please, Alpha Leo, don’t do this to me. This job is the only thing I have. I have no family or friends to return home to. I have been loyal to you, and I never rebelled against you. Please don’t fire me.” He clasped his hands together and looked up at Leo with tears in his eyes, his voice cracking and his body trembling. Nora felt sorry for the warrior and turned to look at Leo.

Her men, barely able to stand, the least we could do is try to help them. The creature in front of me hissed again and bared his teeth, definitely not one of their warriors. He was smaller and slender in his build, and I was momentarily grateful for that, as it would be hard enough to best a fresh Nephilim much less one of their seasoned warriors. His weapons were drawn and I realized he carried twin short swords, but I knew they were no match for my katana’s that had a longer reach. Planting my feet firmly on the ground I waited for him to come to me, we could stand here all day or he could charge me. I was tired and certainly wasn’t going to expend any energy unnecessarily, this fucker co

I pick up some mud from the ground and let it run through my fingers, allowing the descending mud to calm me down. “Gravlin Valley was not a simple stride. You think it was easy? I lost friends there too, people like you and I. Soldiers” I tell him “We faced the metal men and the hordes, I know what it feels like when the creaking of their gears echo across the field. And don’t forget we all fought in the Long War before all this? I mean for love of Providence, we all fought here against the Persians in the Long War didn’t we? Even if Captain Gilderscrowns did betray the principles, are we not all still part of the 17th Legion” I stare him in the eye hoping to bring my point. He then replies

And grabbed one of the chains. The entire valley froze. The creature examined it briefly. Then squeezed. CRACK. One chain shattered. The sound echoed across the world. The chained warrior staggered. Blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. Then another chain snapped. CRACK. Then another. CRACK. The hope vanished instantly. The creature wasn't struggling. It wasn't even trying. Then the chained warrior fell to one knee. For the first time. Defeated. The creature looked at him. Its expression softened.

He wondered how much longer he had to put in here before he could take her home and remove it from her. She caught him in the act and gave a discreet little jiggle of her butt for his benefit. “You’re in trouble when we get home,” he mind-linked her, adjusting his pants. “I should hope so,” she replied, moving out of his line of sight. As he pondered whether to go pick her up and carry her home over his shoulder, he found himself cornered in the kitchen by one of his warriors. Wei Liu was a prototype warrior: tall, imposing, and with straight, jet-black hair that was pulled up into a bun on top, and left to fall freely on the back and sides. However, there was one asset that was missing, and

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

For it was more prudent to do this. “I guess I owe you more now,” the young man lifted his head to reveal his handsome features. His green eyes stared intently at the Brute King’s figure with a bit of adoration. His complexion was darker than a regular inhabitant of the Mainland and his aura carried a great demonic smell. This young man was the last member of the Silver Wolves; the one the others had never met yet only knew; he was the team’s alchemist and the first person on Zandor to experience the Second Awakening; his name was Legion!

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

Watching their comrades falling, Vornt and Connor have discovered that underestimating me comes at a great cost. As their cries intensify, my name echoes through the forest, spoken with both awe and reverence. I have become a legend in my own right. My story is intertwined with the fate of those who sought to bring me down. Little did they know that my resolve burns brighter than ever, fueled by a love for my little brother, Willie, my daughter Harmony and an unyielding thirst for justice. I know that as the stars bear witness to this epic battle, the tides of destiny have shifted, setting the stage for the ultimate confrontation that would soon shape our intertwined fates. As long as Vornt