Magic Warior Novels & Stories

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

He warned, “But he could also open up a whole new can of whoop ass on you if you get him too mad.” That was when my door crashed open and Dune yelled, “You will submit to me!” I heard Micah yell, “Sis! Keep the link open!” He took one step into the room and slipped on the ice as a tornado swept him up. What I didn’t count on, was that he was holding two silver daggers in his hand. The daggers flew out of his grip. One embedded into the wall while the other embedded in my left thigh. I silently screamed, refusing to let Dune get satisfaction from it. The problem was that I screamed aloud in the mind link. I hurried to pull the dagger out and stood on my good leg to be on guard. He continued b

Alone I held immense power. “It's not that it hurts as much as I am fighting really hard right now to cage the beast. IF you know anything of my kind it is that we have a dark beast within us and when they feel threatened they come out. Right now he is raging and he will not tolerate this for much longer. NOW DROP THE FUCKING SPELL.” He said and I could swear I was watching the man grow right before . Raising my hands up into a slow circle I settle them in a prayer pose with my eyes shut. “In Magia in te,

said Adrian smilingly. ‘What? Overlord?’ Maverick thought as he was stunned speechless. Meanwhile, Mya said, “Maverick, why aren’t you bowing down in the presence of War Legate Draco?” “What? War Legate Draco?” Maverick’s jaw dropped. He raised his head to look at Adrian then looked at Wyvern Peak’s soldiers. Maverick was completely stunned. ‘The person standing before me is War Legate Draco?’ “Uh… Uh…” Maverick was so flustered that he made “calm down” hand gestures at himself over and over before saying, “Please listen to me, sir. I wasn’t trying to provoke you on purpose. Please—”

Ranking: S-Rank Attributes: Proficient in healing and support abilities, possesses angelic wings granting flight and protective barriers. Hero Name: Lancer Characteristics: Quick-witted, agile, and highly skilled in close-quarters combat. Physical Features: Athletic build, with short dark hair and piercing green eyes. Ranking: A-Rank Attributes: Lightning-fast reflexes, enhanced speed, and the ability to generate electrical discharges. ……………………………………………………………………….. "Hey system," Keagan called out. "How can I be of assistance?" the system responded.

Micah was once one of the ten most powerful warriors who fought in the battles beyond the sky. Born into a martial arts family, Micah was regarded as a super genius. He had attained the pinnacle of martial arts and even survived the heavenly punishment with his physical body when he became an earthbound immortal. That old man was demonstrating his extraordinary prowess for the first time, which was truly remarkable. Chad even saw himself reflected in Micah. "Men! Annihilate those warlocks in Southeast Asia! Leave none alive!" "Yes!" Someone immediately ran out after receiving Micah's orders.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

he asked, his voice laced with a threat. Malakar’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a seriousness that was rare for him. “I wouldn’t dare. Your wrath is something even I do not wish to incur.” Varian, now soaked, couldn’t tell if the wizard was joking or not. His wrath? Hah, at the moment, his blood was spilling out into the rain, and if the wizard left now, it would be his end. “How does this benefit me, wizard, if I am d*ad?”

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

I guess that day was today. I were already wrapping up with my mates the plan for the next mission, when Alpha boomed through the link, “Your mate is in trouble. Packhouse. Now!” I ran like my life depended on it—because hers might. I shot a message through the mind link for another warrior to finish without me as I sprinted across the field, pushing every bit of speed my wolf could give me. He was just as frantic as I was.