Life Of A Warrior Novels & Stories

"What?" "You know, how hard being a warrior is outside They underestimate us and think we can do everything. And if something goes downhill, we're going to be held accountable for it. Our wage is just average, but we're overworking. That's why they let us see them and how free they are. They entice us with promises of better lives and opportunities if we join them." Blade couldn't deny that the warrior's life here was incomparable to the life outside. She acknowledges them, but that won't change the fact that they are still her enemy, and she's a warrior. She's still a rogue hunter.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

Generals of the Ho ethnic group caught the loophole and slashed behind him. Although the wound was not deep, if he cut it a little higher, Nathan would probably be paralyzed. Hanas's eyes were red, but he didn't say anything, just nodded and looked at Nathan, Henry left to give the two their own space. Although Nathan was injured, his spirit was still very good, he held Hanas's hand and smiled to reassure him. “It's okay, this is a common occurrence on the battlefield. In the future, when you become a general, you will rarely go to war like this.”

Warren In a life of war, of constant struggles, of losing my parents, my warriors, omegas, and pups, I’m unaccustomed to feeling pleasure. That’s not to say that I haven’t had a sexual encounter now and again, but that had been a temporary release.

She wouldn’t want that for her child, but she’d also wanted her child to live and be a beacon of change if necessary. Where had the warrior in her gone? Where was her bloodthirst? The almighty warrior brought to her knees by a mere child — their child. Did motherhood change a shewolf?

I questioned my wolf. “Yeah, I'm afraid that she nailed it on the head. You're destined for Gavin and Gavin only,” she growled. “That's such bullshit,” I snapped, clenching my fists in anger. “I can't believe how my one night of fucking has turned into a lifetime of shit,” I hissed. “At least you still have Anton and I. Plus, you have met your dad, and he seems okay with your choice of becoming a warrior. You know most males frown at that,” she said encouragingly, and I gave her a saddened smile.

“Remember this: the battlefield does not care whether you are a man or a woman. Your enemy will not hesitate because you are female. They will not lower their weapon because you are smaller. And they certainly will not spare you because you believe you are stronger.” His voice became firmer. “So stop measuring strength by appearance. Stop deciding who is capable based on gender, size, or reputation.” His gaze settled on me briefly. “Lisa earned her position through months of discipline and relentless training. She earned it because she refused to give up when others laughed at her.” My throat tightened. “That's what a warrior should be,” Logan continued. “Someone who keeps standing when ever

I looked at his darkened expression ended and asked in confusion, "What happened?" ________________ (Lines of the day) When life becomes war Your character is your weapon best. What you fight for Matters more than when you fight against. -Dhaval Rathod. in confusion, “What happen?”

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

His hands were bloody from the bear he helped to hunt, but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins, fierce believers of an invisible enemy. The only threat to the country nowadays was the occasional ice bear and packs of giant wolves that plagued the villages closer to the mountains. No war, no battles. Alarick spent the last seven years making himself known as the scariest warlord to ever been born, and it paid in respect and fear from his enemies. He didn’t need to be here to kill these animals. His soldiers could very much deal with it. He came just for fun. Besides, he knew people liked seeing him around. It gave them the feeling of protection that he was very much glad to provide.