Novel & Cerita Lonely Warrior

Interesting Facts about the Lonely God that nobody asked for 1. Not many people know this but The Lonely God is an individual book in the trilogy Of Me and My Mate. The first book in the series is called My Mate is My Enemy, which is the story about Nefret’s grandparents. It was my first ever werewolf book on Wattpad. The second book in the series is called Chasing My Mate which is the story about Erika’s parents. You need not read the previous two books to read The Lonely God but if you are curious and have some penny to spare then you’ll find the books on Dreame. You’d have to pay to read though.

I will not give up on that photo. I huff out a war cry as I lower my head and I charge the man like a bull. I hear him huff, almost in annoyance as I connect with his stomach and he falls backwards, me tumbling with him. We land with me straddling him and he seizes my wrists. His dark eyes are rimmed with red and his face is tense with threat of violence. I try with everything in me to fight him, but I can't free my arms. His gripe is iron, unnatural. I growl in fury, and part humiliation as I fling my leg up over him to try to scrape his shin or knee him between his legs. He pushes from the ground and flips us over, my back chiding hard with the pavement as I hoist my legs up and bury them

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?

Others just shook their heads and walked away, their shoulders slumped and their eyes sad. The fury in Leo’s eyes was murderous. “Don’t come back! You are not welcome here anymore. You worthless traitors!” One of the warriors fell on his knees and started begging Leo. “Please, Alpha Leo, don’t do this to me. This job is the only thing I have. I have no family or friends to return home to. I have been loyal to you, and I never rebelled against you. Please don’t fire me.” He clasped his hands together and looked up at Leo with tears in his eyes, his voice cracking and his body trembling. Nora felt sorry for the warrior and turned to look at Leo.

- he asked. - Allen, - shyly, the warrior answers . - I never imagined that the Moon Goddess would gift me a man as my mate, but I am very grateful to her, because you are, without any doubt, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. - You are so cheesy. – the funny warrior answers, completely flushed. The warriors laughed, they would miss that boy. - Allen is a nice name - Tron says, with a smile. - what's your age? - I'm twenty - he answers, without raising his head.

There appeared to be some sort of verbal argument happening, but when they began attacking the lone warrior, he left his office to check it out. Usually, they let the warriors fight it out and settle disagreements themselves, but this wasn’t a fair fight. Henrik stepped in to break it up. “Explain yourselves,” he ordered. “What’s this all about?” One of the four pointed at the warrior on the ground, his face still twisted with rage. “He’s an anti-unity scumbag, Sir!” spat the warrior. “He’s talking shit about all these conspiracy theories.” “Is this true?” Henrik questioned the warrior.

He has to keep moving. The warrior stands, fury in his eyes, and charges again, but Lowell is faster this time. His claws come out, and with a swipe, he slashes through the air, raking the warrior’s chest. The warrior staggers back, blood pouring from the wound, but Lowell doesn’t stop. He slams his fist into the warrior’s face, sending him crashing to the ground. “Stay the hell down,” Lowell growls, his voice hoarse. But he doesn’t stick around to see if the warrior gets back up. He’s already on the move again, ignoring the way his body protests. He can’t stop. Not when Nana’s so close.

“Our attack didn't go as planned. Leon's pack, although not big in numbers, had help from neighbouring allies of his. And he was aware of our weapons. The rogue pup betrayed me.” “Ah, and the woman? The one you have lost?” I asked as I took a sip of the awful drink in my hand. “The boys whore mother. She is the only one the boy cares for. I knew if he was captured they would try to get information from him. Knowing I had his mother, the kid would keep him mouth shut.” Hunter necked the whole glass and poured himself another before continuing. “The bastard rejected my pack, he blood bonded with Leon right in front of me. He knew we no longer had his mother, its the only reason he would have.

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.

By dawn, the warriors had assembled. Hundreds of them. The Marked Ones. Loyalists from beyond the ruins. Wolves who had once belonged to packs but had been cast out. They had all come. And they were waiting for her. Lyla stood before them, the wind shifting through the ruins. She took a slow breath. Then, she spoke. "We do not fight for survival alone." Her voice carried across the battlefield. "We fight for something greater." The warriors growled in approval. But deep inside A part of her still whispered.