Legendary Warrior Novels & Stories

Logan said. "Legendary what?" Taurus said. "The Spear used by the Ancient warrior Kurai" said Logan, "she was the only human that fought againt a Black Spirit and won, she triumphed with this Spear and and sealed some of its power within it." "That doesn't matter now does it" said Mary her brother, "we're stealing this. Besides, this is what we do." "They're here" Gage said. The guards started banging on their door and calling eachother. "They're in the Sept!"

Their hearts were palpitating non-stop. ‘This man is too strong!’ ‘Or rather, he’s no man. He’s the legendary God of War!’

They were the epitome of warrior grace—strikingly handsome, eyes filled with determination, their very presence like iron, unyielding and righteous. Those were the commanders of the Western Region's other three legions: Phoenix, Sabertooth, and Carbonemys. Each commander of the Western Region's four great legions had their distinct style. Dragon: The epitome of maturity and stability, with a decisive edge. Phoenix: A man of few words but swift and forceful in action. Sabertooth: Rough around the edges, fiercely spirited, always ready for a brawl. Carbonemys: Wild and free, with a deep-seated hatred for evil.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

He was doing what he was meant to do. “Go straight to your home,” Alpha Peter commanded, stealing away Colin’s grin for himself. “I would hate to think how some of the warriors would react if they haven’t been told there’s a vampire running around.” Colin huffed, fighting back his wolf’s sudden rage. He did not let his father’s words get to him anymore. But his father was threatening his mate now, and Colin knew better than most that his father did not make empty threats.

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.

Viktor POV So far my life has been 'Normal' as normal as it can be. I had a wonderful childhood, loving and caring parents, a bunch of amazing friends and one of the most respected title in my pack. I was head Warrior of Pearl moon pack. I always wanted to be a warrior, my dad was head Warrior too. I was trained by him at a very young age to fit in his shoes. What else can anyone ask for? But still, something was missing.

The ring of the steel was deafening in the quiet valley. ​"The White Lycan is the sovereign Warlord of the Shadow Legion, and she operates under my absolute protection," Kaelen stated, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that carried to every man on the field. "I do not recognize the Council's jurisdiction over my military assets. And I certainly do not yield my people to cowards who hid behind their high walls while the Crimson Court slaughtered our borders." ​A murmur of uneasy agreement rippled through the Blackwood ranks behind me.

With a final, decisive strike, Lucian’s blade found its mark, piercing the commander’s heart. The battle continued to rage around him, but Lucian stood over the fallen commander, his chest heaving with exertion. He had proven himself, not just to his father and his kingdom, but to himself. He was Lucian the Ruthless, a warrior born and bred for battle, a leader who would stop at nothing to secure victory for his people.

“Your warlord lies beheaded on my battlements. Your legions were held back by my Empress’s shield. You have one chance to surrender your standards—or my wolves will use your bones to lay the new wall’s foundations.” The senior commander of the golden legions—an elder Lycan whose face bore the burn marks of my barrier—stepped forward. He glanced at Lawrence for a heartbeat, then his yellow eyes locked on me, reading the mystical symmetry of my double mark and the glow of the silver medallion resting over my full chest.