Life Of A Warrior Novels & Stories

But he soon got over it and looked at Adharva. "We are at war, no matter what. This way, I can learn from the best," said Adharva had to admit that the warrior is the finest he has ever seen. He watched as the man swished the sword beautifully like he was dancing. --------- The war stopped at night. Adharva is yet to meet Mithraos. But his warrior Eloy , he left a mark. Adharva turned to see the Malvan warrior Head. Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers.

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

Oh How far they came from where they started. They were just kids fighting their wars all alone and then they found each other. They found a purpose to live a better life. They had been through so much together. Life was pain but it was memories too. Beautiful memories. Sad memories. Horrible memories. Every memory assured them that they have really tried their best at everything; at life.

It hasn't happened. Inner turmoil shrouded my thinking after my uncle died. While grieving for him, I also took on the role as Leader of Shadow Warriors. We were fighting the Federation, and the decisions I made cost Warrior lives. My days were spent attacking and killing. It wasn't a choice; it was life or death. My Beast led me and I allowed it. Enemies died. Friends fought beside me. Life was simpler. War was simpler.

I have never trained or been to a battle ground before nor have I ever held a sword in my life. I let out a nervous breath. It wasn’t just the fear of death that tormented me, but knowing fully well that I have no chance of coming back alive. The warriors have undergone a series of training and have gone to war countless times, they were being trained from a young age and have a strong Wolf unlike me.Even the youngest warrior was stronger than me. How do I fight the enemy? Is it by waving the sword and seeking for mercy, not to be beheaded? The thought of dying on the battlefield, my body left among the dead soldiers, sent shivers down my spine. I rubbed my hair in frustration. Was there any

"I understand everything." "You understand emotions. You do not understand people." The words hit harder than any attack. The boy looked away. For a brief second, he truly looked like a wounded child. Then the darkness around him trembled. "People created wars." His voice lost its innocence. "They betrayed each other." The white world began shaking. "They killed their own children." The shadows became larger. "They destroyed worlds in the name of justice and called themselves heroes." Evelyn remained standing. Because he was not entirely wrong.

It should have unnerved him, yet instead it felt like recognition, like a truth whispered to him across lifetimes, finally spoken aloud. Then Shan’s voice surged up from the depths of his being, louder and more certain than his own. “I am Bagheshan,” it thundered, each syllable echoing with the weight of ages. “The warrior reborn. The eternal fang and claw at the side of the goddess!" The room seemed to shiver around them, and Kaplan’s vision flickered—half in the present, half in some ancient battlefield bathed in blood and fire.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.