Masked Warrior Novels & Stories

Every guard carried themselves with quiet confidence, the kind that came from knowing they were part of something that had never been defeated, never been broken, never been forced to kneel. An elite warrior approached him respectfully. The man was tall, perhaps six and a half feet, with the kind of lean, corded muscle that spoke of speed and endurance rather than brute strength. His hair was silver-gray despite his youthful face, a mark of the Mooncrest bloodline, and his eyes were the pale blue of winter ice. "Alpha Marsh?" the warrior asked, his voice courteous but firm. "Yes," Marcus replied, straightening his shoulders and drawing himself up to his full height. He was not accustomed to

Their eyes locked on us at the same time the warrior on my right lunged, I shoved Rowena behind the broken plane wing, and I saw one follow her, circling her like the predators that they are, ready to pounce on their prey. Movement from the tree above caught my attention as a masked man came down swiftly, with precise movement he disarmed the warriors next to Rowena, everything stopped, the warriors hesitated for a split second, blade stretch out in front of him the mask man goes through the warriors like they were nothing more than ants, no hesitation only one thing in mind, death. Rowena and I watch for a moment. I caught a glimpse of familiarity from the man, but I couldn't be sure if I i

Worse, their ammunition was state-of-the-art: custom-forged rounds with a silver-plated core, designed to inflict maximum damage on a werewolf's regenerative abilities. In one particularly vicious skirmish in a desolate warehouse district, Marcus’s squad was pinned down. The Iron Claw warriors moved with tactical precision, using flash-bangs and coordinated fire, fighting more like a special forces unit than a werewolf pack. Marcus took a silver-plated round to the shoulder, the wound burning with an unnatural cold that his healing factor struggled to overcome. He managed to lead his team to a successful retreat, but they were battered and, for the first time, outmaneuvered.

When Ruby felt the firmness of my embrace, she clung to me tighter, her body shaking nonstop. It was as if she was scared out of her wits, too afraid to even sneak a peek at Seth. "Mr. Carter!" I spun, my glare as sharp as daggers, my voice booming with the fury of a scorned husband, "I never would've pegged you for this type, Carter! Using your power to bully my wife? I'm Zayden, and I won't stand for it! You'll get what's coming to you; the law will see to that!"

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond. My anger boils to the surface, a raging force ready to tear him down from the pedestal he placed himself. "Why don't you come and find out," I snap, holding his gaze. Ryan inhales sharply. Challenging an alpha is a serious matter; no one does it lightly. A fight between an alpha and a member is a battle for the title. The loser becomes a rogue- a werewolf with no pack, cast aside, unable to ever return to the pack's system. The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face.

Nigel yelled again and Yaoyao and Sara interrupted their techniques and moved in the rear position, leaving Errol and Nigel to physically face the charge of the beasts. Yaoyao closed her eyes and her spear began to gather purple sparks through all its body. She then reopened them and forcefully lunged toward a crowded area. A thunderbolt shot out from her spear which reduced to ashes anything that passed through. Sara limited herself to deliver ranged strikes that multiplied mid-air due to the characteristics of his martial art. Six wind slashes shot out from her figure every time she moved, there was the faint image of four additional arms on her torso. Assea, in the meantime, continued its

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.

Niall shouted at his madness, but he is nothing but a werewolf who wants to save his injured Mate . He ran towards the door hard, slamming into it, and he retreated in pain The features of strength were erased from her, and she fell to the ground, breathing slowly, and Maya, who was surrounded by men, was crying and screaming at her daughter. "Looks like your buddy is trying" Mike laughed at her, enjoying what he saw, so she audibly cursed him. She's not afraid of him, and if she had the strength, she'd kill him right away. “ Come on, March.” Zayn encouraged him to howl and run as fast as he could, his eyes becoming bloody from the intensity of his pain and anger.

I was supposed to surrender my virginity to my mate but an old slut instead. We, werewolves, were one of the most conservative when it comes to making love. Should have been with the one we love. With the one we should mate. For that same reason, I regretted it for the rest of my life. I broke the wolf code. And I'm gonna bring that wickedness until the day I die. But everything happened for a reason. And I was still looking at the bright side. If I did not do it, my brother and I would suffer a lot.