Lonely Warrior Novels & Stories

Hearing those words prompted the warrior to survey his surroundings, hoping to catch even a fleeting image of the one speaking. Alas, the level 30 bandit warrior never saw hide nor hair of Kirou as he heard, "You can look around all you want, you won't be able to find me through my voice alone."

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

Leno said pointedly. I fold my arms in front of me. “Anything else, Beta Leeeeeno,” I said, scoffing while dragging his name. He stepped forward, standing in front of me. “You know you are lucky it was me and not my mate,” he said, grinning menacingly. I visibly shudder. I am not a warrior. I barely went through the training to shift our first time. But Nora came from another pack. She is scary in combat. I gulped and nodded. “Good, you do have a guard outside. Just ask him what you need, and we will get it,” he said while he walked away, his back to me, waving his hand.

I heaved deeply, exhaling the croaked breath of exhaustion and thirst the moment my butt sank on the bare ground. “Hey!” one of the warriors who remained silent all this while called out, the moment others proceeded to walk away. “I heard you are wolfless, is it true?” The warrior who kept turning every of my words into laughter suddenly jerked back almost immediately. “...And surprisedly took down a rogue” “Is it true?”

Amid the atmosphere of extreme silence, those three warriors were lying on the ground lost in their own thoughts. Thinking about when their ordeal will come to an end. They were missing their families remembering their good times that they spent with them. The first warrior was married and had a daughter that was about one. He became emotional remembering her and tears begin to roll down his eyes. He said he didn't got much time to spend

I am about to ask everyone to clear the way when a growl is heard from the back. A man is pushing his way towards the front he looks like he could kill someone as the crowd parts for him. He says in what is obviously his wolf’s voice,” Mate is here! Mate is sad….” While growling and walking through the crowd. I can’t see the guy but the only sad person here is Leann she looks toward the voice. The group of guys start to separate no one keeps mates apart on purpose. Leann is watching as a man walks from the group finally getting through. She almost completely stops crying as her mouth drops opened. The guy says “Leann?” She’s still just staring and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. He runs to

“Because one day you will meet someone who needs you to be alive, and it won't be just to beat people up.” I didn’t respond. I glanced down at my hands. They were starting to shake, but not from fear. Not from the aftermath of terror. He crossed his arms. “I’ve seen men like you on the battlefields. Burned and broken with rage.” “I’m not angry,” I said. He raised a brow. “No? Then why’d you go in alone?” I sighed. “I just wanted the noise in my head to stop.” The warrior nodded slowly. “It’s normal. Pain makes us restless. But control is what makes a warrior.”

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.

Money? - No sir. I have money. - Good for you. Take this. – he says, giving him a black card. The Warrior looks at the card that only has a name written on it and a chip. “Lycaon King.” The warrior opens his eyes wide and raises his head to look at Lycaon, who puts a finger in front of his mouth, silencing him. The warrior smiles and nods. He runs out to do as he was told.

She never ignored his silence but would genuinely ask for his thoughts on any issue, just like she did with every other classmate. Jaycie became the one person who appeared most frequently in his life, the only bright spot in his otherwise lonely world. Zander hated his own cowardice and silence back then. He had only added her as a friend through the school yearbook after graduation, never daring to start a conversation with her. He always felt he wasn't worthy of her. Afterward, while studying abroad and undergoing therapy, he had finally tried to find out about her. The news he received was that she was already dating someone else.