Lonely Warrior Novels & Stories

"Yes, I have. But I barely know her and she's a Ladurgal." "No way!” he exclaimed, “so I'll be having a member of Ladurgal in the family. You know back in the days when El Altunia was in a war with La Chandral, we needed help to fight and the Ladurgal chose to help us without even thinking twice. You have to choose her for your mated ceremony, Lucian." "But what about Sazia father? What would I do about her?" "Sazia was a mistake, she is not your mate. You don't have to worry about her, she may probably pick a mate today. But you must choose the girl you found. "

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

We set out into the track in pairs ,myself along side baby ray in the front leading the way with the others following us behind ,we keep going on and on for a while , and i tell the tired ones to use their wolf strength to keep going we go for about five laps when i saw Juliana hugging an familiar face must be kumara i presume ,awwwwn he's handsome and they look so good i thought to myself ,that means lone must be around here somewhere the though of him being around and probably watching me send me cold chills and has my heart racing a lot more faster ,i scan around my surrounding as we jug alone secretly trying to find him,its no use trying to find him , it means kumara came alone i gues

The black eyes moved over a tall, handsome warrior, one whose father had fought beside the Prince for centuries and had died at the hands of a master demon. The warrior was tall and straight with wide shoulders and flowing black hair. A true and relentless hunter, one of so many he would be sentencing to an ugly existence this night. This fighter had been proven many times over in battle, was loyal and unswerving in his duties. He would be one of the few sent out alone, while the others would go in groups or pairs to aid one another. He sighed heavily and forced himself to give the orders. He leaned respectfully toward the warrior he was addressing, but spoke loudly enough for all to hear.

"What happened?" "Since past few months, it seemed death had been closing in on me. Everything seemed meaningless." Yara began to speak, her voice was quiet and shaky, vulnerable with raw emotions. "Every person was busy in their lives and I had no one to talk to except a therapist." You could always come to me, Minahil wanted to say but did not. "And even if I talked to someone, people did not understand. They posed as if they did but they did not care to understand. Then I met someone. A person who was as lonely as me."

The battle showed that even the bravest warriors could not overcome the ferocity of the sand people’s relentless assault. Now, she and a handful of survivors huddled together in the dimly lit cave, their bodies sore and their minds fractured from the battle's trauma. The merciless and vast sands stretched beyond the horizon, seemingly endless. They were trapped, isolated, with no clear path out, and the world outside felt alien and suffocating. It felt like they had spent weeks there, not just days. The warriors murmured amongst themselves, but no one had the strength to argue, and the fear that hung in the air made it nearly impossible to think clearly.

“They won’t.” Matthew finally moved again, leaving to coordinate orders. Adam looked at Lotty one last time. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. Lotty’s brows drew together. “For what?” “For making you feel like you don’t have a choice,” he said. She didn’t answer. Because she didn’t. The warriors assigned to her were named Cole and Rylan. Cole was older, scarred, the kind of quiet that came from seeing too much. Rylan was younger, restless, his eyes scanning constantly as if he expected something to launch out of the ceiling tiles.

“It gets lonely here without you, baby girl. This house feels too big, and too quiet.” My throat tightened. “I miss you too, Mom. So much. But I have news—good news.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “Tell me everything, and don’t you dare leave out a single detail.” The excitement in her voice made me smile. “Mom, I made it. I’m officially a warrior now. One of Uncle Tommy’s elite female warriors.” Silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I wondered if the call had dropped. Then I heard it—a sharp intake of breath, followed by what sounded like a sob.

A lonely man walked down the path, a path that many warriors try to avoid. There was no other option; he must do it. The neighbors asked him for help. He couldn't turn them down; he didn't want to. At least the street is empty. A lot of things went through his mind. There were only two options, to win or to die, there is no middle ground. A unusual, cold May day, there was nothing else to it. He had a couple of minutes before the ghosts appear. Minutes, he always spent in silence before a fight. To him, it didn't matter, who the opponent was, monster or human.

’ Throwing on some sweat pants and a t-shirt , I head down . Entering his gym , Ratnik is topless throwing punches at a punch bag , covered in sweat . I could see by the way he was punching he was mega pissed off . I wonder what's upset him , probably our eldest brother Pouli . As brothers we all love each other but Pouli can be a right dick . “ Hey , dude what's up ?” I watch him frown then lift his water for a drink , he's breathing heavily . Ratnik had worked his way up the ranks and now runs the warriors , he is the best strategist around . He just shakes his head and starts to take the wraps off his hands .