Love Warrior Novels & Stories

Lorin is a princess (warrior) from the kingdom of motevi whose born and raised to defend and fight for her people even if it means her own death, she is rude and can never bow to anyone, not even the conqueror of lands when their paths intertwine. . . . . Chapter Third persons p.o.v Neifar watched his warriors who had been training none stop for what seemed like forever when it was only a month, their feet made the dust rise and sound like an earth quake, as they fought their muscles flexed with each blow and strike they gave, their sweat mixed with the dust, a sight he enjoyed to see mostly in the evening before he retired to his tent. His men had families and wives left behind, but they al

One of the warriors muttered, a little irritation mixing with his voice. Evelyn was taken aback by the reply. "This is a disease. Do you think you can fight it with your hands? " The omega raised a brow. "Being a warrior doesn't mean you only fight people. Sometimes you have to fight other things too like an infectious disease," The guy looked down when he heard her words. It was obvious that it hurts his pride to take orders from an omega. But Evelyn is their luna and it is considered a great offense to defy the luna. Having no other choice, the warrior sighed before muttering an apology.

He was the devil's son, and tonight, in this ballroom, he still wore the crown. --- Celine blinked, pulling herself back to the present. Ten years of planning, of scraping, of fueling her hatred with every sleepless night. And here he was, the man who had ruined her, standing so close she could smell the faint trace of his cologne leather, sandalwood, and something darker, like smoke and sin. He didn't recognize her. Of course he didn't. Celine Wolfe had died that night along with her old life; she had become a nobody, a waitress, a ghost. "Celine Voss" was the name on her forged ID tonight, a careful fabrication.

The earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with energy, each footfall aligning with the rhythm of the wild. Through a parting of the foliage, a clearing revealed itself, a sanctuary of chaos and fury. Her breath hitched as her eyes drank in the sight before her—an awe-inspiring clash of warriors, their forms a blur of movement and determination. The warriors of the Dark Moon Pack, renowned for their fierce loyalty and unwavering strength, were locked in an epic confrontation with their formidable adversaries.

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.

I can see that in how my Dad has responded to hearing about the things she has gone through in the pack. I squeeze Lola round the waist “It will be ok, Mi Amor, just my Uncle and Dad are a bit blunt with their words when it comes to protecting their family” I smile. “Yeah I gathered, mine are the same” she said. “Warriors for you, right?” she grinned. “Ah, so your family are warriors too, Carino?” My Dad was instantly interested. “Yeah, my Papi was, and my Uncle. Esme’s Papi. Plus, my brother, Luis, he is one of the head Warriors now” Lola smiles

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

"Have you thought about accepting my invitation? After you graduate, it would be a great opportunity for you to train in the WW Force." When Callie heard what Clyde's Uncle said, she was taken aback and remained attentive to the two's conversation. "Uncle, I'd rather finish what I'd started. I wanted to be a police officer," Clyde replied. "Being a WW Force soldier isn't too different from being a police officer," Clyde's Uncle Lando replied. "Isn't Spencer your friend? Don't you want to avenge his death against the werewolves who killed him?" Clyde gave Lando a weak smile and said confidently, "Uncle, I think that I can still get the justice that Spencer deserves in this field."

Clashing steel and snarls of wolves filled the chaos as warriors clashed with rogues on scorched ground. A battle. Another one. I kept Liam cradled in my arms for a second longer, kissing his head as he whimpered. Then gently handed him to a trusted warrior inside the vehicle. “Protect him,” I ordered. “Don’t let him out of your sight.” The warrior nodded, locking the doors behind him. Adrian growled low beside me, his eyes scanning the battleground then they widened in disbelief. “Impossible…” he muttered. Following his gaze, my blood ran cold.

The strange man immediately moved with a speed that defied human limits grabbing a heavy cast iron skillet from the range and swinging it, the sound of metal hitting a helmet echoed through the room like a bell. He was a whirlwind of black cloth and blue-eyed rage, moving between the hunters with a terrifying efficiency. I scrambled up, grabbing a butcher knife from a magnetic strip. I was a dancer but also a fighter Nd the wolf in me was tired of hiding. I lunged at the second hunter who was trying to reload his crossbow. I didn't go for the heart, I went for the gap in the armor at the back of his knee. I felt the blade sink in, as the hot spray of his blood covered my face. The hunter let