Life Of A Warrior Novels & Stories

“Done showing off?” Her brows lifted just slightly. “That wasn’t showing off. That was a warm-up.” There were a few chuckles. Mine was not one of them. “You fooled them,” I said, circling her slowly. “But you don’t fool me.” “I’m not trying to.” “You think one flip and one fancy line make you a warrior?” She tilted her head. “I don’t think. I know.” The nerve. “You have never survived a real war,” I said through my teeth. “You have never been left behind. You have never fought through wounds or buried your friends in the mud. You grew up with songs and servants. Not blood.”

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

"Anyway, only you need to know what happened today. Please keep it a secret. The Lord Supreme Warrior did not announce his identity earlier because he just wanted to live a life of peace,” said Skyler Celestino A girl who wanted to sleep with the Lord Supreme Warrior raised her hand immediately and exclaimed, "Don't worry at all, we hope Lord Supreme Warrior can live a peaceful life, free from worries. We’ll definitely keep it a secret!" "Don’t get any ideas. Lord Supreme Warrior is married now. Even his children are not young anymore. This is the most important reason for wanting to live a peaceful life!”

“Sure, in the movies, they show the actors regrouping while in battle and fighting for their lives and all of that but in real life, it’s just a bunch of random men and women, screaming at the top of their lungs and mindlessly attacking each other. “There are no plans. If your warriors fall behind, you leave them and save your own head. Or you could be caught and dealt with in a very brutal way. “Trust me, I know because I’ve been in more battles than you and it’s not as glorious as the media portrays it to be. Instead of being such a crybaby over this, you should rejoice and dance with us while we handle the children in our own way.” I looked at the children before walking off. They would b

She couldn’t continue with whatever it was that she was saying because soon enough, we heard screams of what was obviously pain and fighting. Life within our pack was a dangerous business. We had always been at war with the rival pack and it was not a battle that was friendly or anything, it was always bloody, always! They always watched for a weak spot in our pack and honestly, even as a kid, I knew that my dad did the same thing to them.

" 'That is my life, I always wanted to be a warrior, so I will get trained." "Trained by that worthless fellow? Or you are just looking for an excuse to get touched by that stupid Leonid or in the name of training? He probably misses the way he abused your body with those grimy hands of his. You must be crazy if you think, I will let you join the war, so you could come in contact with him or any sex-starved warrior, who is looking for excuses to get to nibble on your lips, then you have something coming."

"Flow-er!" "Yes. Flower." She clapped. Delighted with herself. Found purpose in that. Being a guardian. Not of lands or territories. But of this one child. This one innocent life. I met a village elder one afternoon. Old wolf. Scarred. Beta but respected. "You've got the look," he said. Direct. Blunt. "What look?" "A warrior trying to be a civilian. Seen it before. Had it myself." He gestured to his scars. "Fought in the territorial wars. Twenty years ago."

She closed her eyes, letting the soundscape wash over her—her family alive, her people together, safe. It wasn’t silence. It was life. Her wolf stirred, restless in the back of her mind. Koa? she whispered inwardly. I hear it too, Koa answered, his voice soft and steady. The rhythm. It’s not the rhythm of battle anymore—it’s slower. Softer. But no less fierce. Cheyenne exhaled. “We’re still warriors,” she murmured aloud, almost to herself. Gunner’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. “Always,” he rumbled. “But warriors need something to fight for. We’re building that now.”

I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist. “Beta Victor..” Ryder and Jeremy bowed in greeting and Victor nodded. “Ryder, it’s good to see you up and about. I hear you’re almost back to where you were before….” Victor trailed as Ryder smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir! Almost as good as new! Thank you, Tori.” He looked at me again and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Victor smiled at me. “A warrior’s vow is for life, Tori. Unbreakable. A broken vow means death for the warrior. Not to be taken lightly.” I smiled through the tears.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.