Lonely Warrior Novels & Stories

And I was dangerously close to showing her exactly how her little theory about momentum played out in real life. But with all this, she’d just proven what I’d known long before she ever showed up in this city – lone wolves were fu.cked up.

The black cloud took the form of a warrior with a sword. "Lets see if you have any skills at all",said Bennett The warrior attacked, he was fast but Zane was even faster. In about twenty seconds he disarmed the warrior. Laurel and Emily watched in awe. The warrior knelt down infront of Zane and Bennett whispered,"You won, behead my spirit and claim your win" Zane looked at the warrior kneeling infront of him and he said,"Ol komolot tro Ol Heneta La. Lo Hõnõr huevta ot yebol.

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

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

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Either way, I was quite sure my warrior would emerge as a winner. Just like my gaze was fixed on the ring, so was Lisa as well. Her whole mind and gaze were completely fixed on the warriors who fought like their lives depended on it. My pack warrior, Jonathan, lunged forward, slashing the other warrior by the thigh. Pleased, I clapped my hands alongside the audience, but Howard was definitely not pleased.

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

A MAN ALSO CRIES (WARRIOR BOY) A man also cries Brunette girl I also want colour Soft words Needs affection Needs tenderness needs a hug His own candour Warriors are people So strong, so fragile Warriors are boys Deep inside They need a break. They need a backwater. They need sleep. That would make them redone It's sad to see my man. Boy warrior With the bar of its time Over his shoulders I see he screams. I see he bleeds The pain that comes in the chest For love and love ...

Then before the next able-bodied warrior can make a move, I quickly unchain Marlene and a few more. “Ahh….I see you have a death wish Ryder.” A voice booms behind me and I do not need to turn to know who it is. I hear the shuffling of feet; his remaining warriors are gathered around him in this damp enclosure. Unchaining the last prisoner, I finally turn around to face a dozen of Zion’s warriors. The remaining warriors are different from the rest, these are Zion’s elite fighters, the best of the best. He stands behind them with a smirk on his face.

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.