Lonely Warrior Novels & Stories

As if she’d never seen it at all. Lucas straightened and spoke to the crowd. “Being a warrior is not about winning. It’s about not giving up. Tonight… we have a new warrior. Lylah Greystone.” His voice broke the silence. The crowd was too stunned to react. No movement. One could hear if a pin drop. Lucas glanced back to Lylah. “You better not die during training,” Lucas muttered to her. “It’s going to get tough, little wolf.” Then, he turned to leave.

“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.”

"What?" The warrior's teeth ground together as he shoved against me in attempts to rise. His breath came in labored gasps, and his body trembled. "A warrior," he gasped. "One of our own. He—he turned on us." Kayden cursed under his breath. "Who?" The warrior shook his head, vision blurry. "Didn’t see. But—he wasn’t alone. It was planned. A betrayal." My stomach dropped.

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

"Eventually. But first there's some stuff I need to do here." "Stuff. What stuff? Hold on a second. You're not actually taking this whole marriage thing seriously, are you?" "No. Yes. Like I said, it's complicated." "Carlie. You can't stay here. You don't belong here." "I disagree." A tall warrior with one blue eye and one golden stepped forth. Dressed in only a small loincloth, he gave new meaning to the term ripped. But no matter how good-looking, he couldn't hold a candle to Kendrick and Joel.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

They looked at her with hungry eyes, and Althea knew that she was in trouble. She tried to fight back, to defend herself as a warrior, but she was outnumbered and overpowered. The wolves pounced on her, knocking her to the ground. Althea kicked and punched, using all the skills she had learned as a warrior, but it was no use. They were too strong. As they dragged her away, Althea realized that she was completely alone. She had no pack to protect her, no allies to call upon. She was just a nobody, a banished warrior with nowhere to go.

My whole life had been filled with men training me and telling me what to do and what not to do, not until the day I met Sazia. Sazia was an orphan given to my father to keep after a war between my pack: El Atunia and the pack she came from. She lost her parents in the war and was given to my father to take care of - we became friends ever since then. During the race, I had gotten to a far height and I was about to turn and mock her for being too slow; however, as I turned to check where she was, I saw her unknowingly running toward a tree.

If he did not kneel in such a situation, he would only die a terrible death! A sight of a thousand veterans of war going against one man, that would certainly be too bloody of a scene! At that moment, a man with white hair wearing a suit appeared from the crowd of mercenaries. He rushed toward Yonathan and hackled a spit in front of his legs and then said coldly, “Are you joking? You got a thousand of us Lone Wolves here just to deal with a couple men? “We, the Lone Wolves, are a mercenary organization, not just some bodyguards. Do you understand?!”

I heaved a sigh as I slowly looked up to see him while he talked, but not for long as I looked away immediately. “You see what you two are doing here? When you are supposed to be doing your training, you are trying to woo a girl. And you, are you not supposed to be focused on your training too? You stood there like a hopeless orphan, trying to get people to be sympathetic with you. Do you think that's what being a warrior is all about? A warrior has no feelings at all, no matter how small. We lack emotions, and that is why I can come into the room and hit you with the coldest water on the planet and still not ask you to change. Whatever feelings you have here, make sure to bury it at the ent