Masked Warrior Novels & Stories

I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front. I quickly glanced at the one who hasn’t transformed yet but he doesn’t even budge, he is just watching. I grabbed this chance to throw one of my knives but his reflex in a human form is greater than I thought. He caught the knife and stared at the engraved symbol. “The famous clan of Ambrose,” he muttered but I didn’t pay any attention because we are now being outnumbered by these monsters. Rendall and I stopped attacking for a second and weigh the situation we are in. I was about to cover Rendall when I felt a hard thing bump into the back of my head. I touched it as I am slowly losing my balan

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

Elsewhere, an Aqua Marine Pack warrior slammed both palms downward. Massive waves of water surged upward around him before condensing into dozens of razor-sharp water blades. With a sharp motion of his hand, the blades shot forward violently and pierced through his replica from multiple directions. The copy shattered apart immediately. But not every warrior was fortunate. A replica Sacred Flame warrior suddenly swung its flaming blade in a wide arc. The real warrior reacted slightly too late. Slash! His left arm was instantly severed by the burning strike. A horrifying scream echoed across the stage as the smell of burnt flesh spread into the air.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

Silas didn't reveal his true identity but instead said, "I am a protector. Please, let me help you." Before the Alpha could respond, Silas sensed movement from the shadows. He quickly pulled the Alpha behind him and assumed a defensive stance. Four assassins emerged from the darkness, brandishing knives and swords. Silas didn't hesitate. He shifted into his werewolf form and attacked the assassins with ferocity. His instincts and skills as a warrior and mage were honed to perfection, and he swiftly defeated them. The assassins were skilled fighters, but Silas was a force to be reckoned with. He used his claws to slash at their weapons, rendering them useless. With each strike, he grew more c

I screamed but ended up getting hurt. I tried pushing him away but he didn't even budge. There was no way I could push him away. He was like five times stronger than me. What can a five feet four inches do to a six feet five inches? I looked small beneath him. I pounded my small fist into his chest but all to no avail. He glared at my nipples and he wrapped his mouth around it and sucked it like he is life depended on it. He massaged the second one with his hand. He sucked for like two minutes, making my nipples sore. "So soft." He moaned.

We could make out figures through a window…the curtains pulled only giving silhouettes against the indoor lighting. She was okay, she had to be okay….I knew this. There was no other option. I couldn’t think of any other option. It was taking all my inner strength to stop my wolf tearing the fences down and pulling her into my arms. I would never let her go again. I would never keep my eyes off her. Knox taps my shoulder, his hands making signals that the warriors were in position and waiting for the order to attack. Each one of them was dressed in black with masks

Jake barked and grabbed hold of Wayne's shoulders ready to speed off with him. A shriek by Jericho's wolf stopped him in his tracks. One of the advancing prisoners had a hold on his back and was going to rip his left limb right out of his body. Alarm and dread ran through Wayne's body. But before any of them could react, a rope tugged to life in Wayne's heart and a hot sword—a flaming sword cut through the prisoner leaving molten lava in its neat cut and sending him down like a sliced log of wood. Three masked people emerged and began to slice off the attackers, fighting with so much fluidity you'd think they were water. Each wore black peacoat style uniforms, with flying garments underneath

They came out of nowhere, appearing like ghosts, gas masked attackers armed with swords. I transformed back into the wolf, and he needed no encouragement to charge at the masked men. He ducked a swing from a double-bladed sword, the weapon zipping past his shoulder. Launching through the air he collided with the man’s shoulders, pushing him down. With an earthshattering growl he tore through the man’s throat.

skill, his hands glowed with a powerful hue of bronze, signifying enhanced strength and striking capability. With swift and precise movements, Danial lunged towards the lackeys. The lackeys' faces were filled with fear as they saw the masked man rushing towards them. Abandoning their guns, they attempted to fight the masked man barehanded. The masked man, with each strike to the face, knocked everybody out one by one. His movements were a blur, a display of martial prowess that left the lackeys helpless in the face of overwhelming strength. The corridor, once echoing with gunfire, was now filled with the sounds of bodies hitting the ground.