Lonely Warrior Novels & Stories

he said. Our weapons clashed once more. I wasn't in that war, but the stories were loud enough to hear and very description. A warrior who had his face covered, led the war that pushed the rogues out of the kingdom. Every step was similar to Cassien. Or so I thought. “If you do, I can be lenient,” he said, making me frown. “What do you mean?” He didn't give me an answer but became much more aggressive. I matched it as much as I could, with as much precision that could keep me unscratched for a while.

The warriors bowed and greeted in unison, “Alpha.” “I’m here to introduce someone to you. This is Ray.” I gestured at the man in question. “He’s going to be your new Beta. I expect you to treat him with the same respect and accord you give me. Do you understand?” The warriors looked at him, and I didn’t miss the judging looks that crossed their faces. After what happened a few weeks ago, they didn’t trust him. I looked sideways at Ray. He didn’t look stressed at all. That was good.

'I hope my pup is fine,' I whispered to Joy. 'Do not worry, warrior queen, I am protecting our pup. Now, stand up and go and save our mate.' I was tired already, but I sat up, still panting. I looked around to see if I would see threats, but the woods seemed calm. I spat and managed to stand on my feet. I knew only one person could do this, of invoking dead warriors to fight the living—Khalid. I could not wait to get my hands on him, too.

She wanted to have the dream again. That night, when a skinny cowboy named Jasper Fant came in from the river and approached her, Lorie just stared at him silently until he got embarrassed and backed off, never having actually said a word. Staring was all she had to do. Jasper consulted with Lippy and Xavier, and by the end of the week, all the cowboys along the river knew that the only sporting woman in Lonesome Dove had abruptly given up the sport.

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

He whispered. His knees crashed with impact on the stone floor as he was back in position to try again. Breath in. Breath out. Breath In. Breath out. Scrunching his temples again he concentrated on the longing image of a wolf. A brown wolf. A wolf as brown as Archer his father's majestic brown Gamma wolf. Digging his nails into his clammy palms, instead of the claws he longed for, the crescent wounds drew out crimson liquid that ran down his palms mixing with his perspiration.

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

I will burn the cursed werelions, to ashes, and I will conquer the whole continent. With renewed purpose, I set out into the wild, my senses sharp, my muscles tense with anticipation. I raced through the rugged terrain, driven by an unrelenting desire to find my warriors, my loyal companions who had stood by me through thick and thin. I didn't know where they were, but I knew they were out there somewhere, waiting for me. And once I get to them, I'll make sure I take things off Ubuntu and continue the quest all by myself. The days and nights blurred together as I pushed myself to the limits, covering great distances in my quest to find my warriors. I traveled alone.

I said, my voice dangerously calm. “He was on night patrol,” the warrior said quickly. “Eastern perimeter. He never reported back.” That wasn’t possible. I said no one should move alone. That was my order. “Who was assigned with him?” I asked. The warrior hesitated. “No one.” My eyes darkened instantly. “What do you mean no one?” I stepped forward, my presence overwhelming. “He…he insisted he could handle it,” the warrior stammered. “Said it was a quiet night.”