Life Of A 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.

He was standing there, his broad shoulders a powerful silhouette against the window, his gaze filled with a quiet, unwavering love. "Are you alright, Liv?" he asked, his voice a low, steady murmur. "I'm more than alright," I said, a smile playing on my lips. "I’m just... I'm a little overwhelmed. My whole life, I was a warrior. A fighter. My purpose was to restore the balance, to end a war. I never thought about what came after the war was won."

But it never came He was tackled down by a huge wolf who radiated power. I don't know what happened after that. I don't know how long I was there holding Viktor in my arms, "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. But I could hear nothing I could feel nothing. All I felt was hollowness, my heart, my soul, my mind even the smallest cell of my body had left me.

Alora opened her computer and turned it on. Alora was getting all her files to send to Ares on his soldiers and who did what and their evaluations. Alora, during her years, met each warrior personally. If they fought for her, then she needed to know them. She never liked letting a family know their loved one was killed in war and knew nothing about that person. Alora had a profile for each soldier, what they liked, when their birthdays were, if they were mated and had children. She loved her warriors and her warriors loved and respected her.

As she tightened her shoulders, she continually thumbed the edge of her well-known blade, testing an edge that she had kept razor-sharp for more than twenty years. Warriors do grow old very slowly compared to normal people. Because of the rich mana and aura flowing through their veins, they lived twice as long as other people. However, they do not. Most warriors die before they have lived half the time of the average person. In the various empires of today, those who are able to survive and overcome the dangers are the ones standing at the top. It wasn't often that Jean was worried. "A change in the operations of the Church of Life and suspicious activity on the part of the adventure associa

Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill. “Practice makes perfect.” The entrance to the prison was unguarded, and Jade was relieved when they finally made their escape. Mei lived in a small hut, just at the outskirts of the capital. She told Jade that she was put to prison because she was caught trying to hustle some money from the citizens of Yong through a card game. “I’m not proud of it,” Mei said as she prepared a modest meal of rice porridge and sweet potatoes. “But sometimes, you’ve got to do what you have to do to survive, am I right?”

“What is complicated about it? When are you ever going to treat us…me particularly like a real person?” My brows scrunched in shock. What the hell was he talking about? “What do you mean I don’t treat you like a real person?” I asked trying really hard to control my voice. “Isn’t that right mum? You treat me like a toddler still, never really been there for us, but still dictating how we…I should live my life. For one thing, is the rigorous training to become warriors.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Touched. Again and again, my hands come down on the leather back. I feel it's resistance against my fists, but I don't mind when I feel the warmth of my blood trickling down. If he had never been a traitor, the war never would have started. Those two wolves would be alive, and I would be a warrior in training, the family career. My blood is that of some of the strongest warriors in the Montana pack. Warriors that my father told me were infamous for being used as war machines during battles.

She pointed to a small compact car, and I inwardly cursed at how uncomfortable this was going to be. Linda’s face showed how displeased she was with my answer, “Warrior Rochelle is in training, she’s my responsibility, that’s why I’m interested, why else?” I could tell it didn’t sit right with her, but that’s not my problem. I’m not going to tell her that Rochelle’s my mate when Rochelle herself is unaware. Driving for hours Linda spoke fondly of Rochelle, how they both grew up as warrior daughters and how much Rochelle loved to train and fight. She told me that being a warrior was her dream forever, then sighed and stopped talking.