Masked Warrior Novels & Stories

"You have done enough harm to the humans." Giselle straightened her back, stiffening her resolve as she faced the pointy-eared menace. "I will not go back there. Never." The Warrior reached to his side and drew the Guardian Sword he wore, the bronze blade pulsing its bluish light, his countenance never changing. "If you do not return, then I have no choice but to kill you. Would you not rather live?"

Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his. "Warrior, Pomelia was a promising novice. She is sweet, kind and understanding. She is walking into a lions and going to your cesspool of a pack. Treat her with the respect she deserves or the goddess will have dire consequences," the woman threatened him, her eyes beginning to glow as she smiled, revealing her teeth.

The forest erupts into chaos. Marcus's warriors charge from every direction. Kael pushes me behind him. "Stay close." I grip my knife. "I'm not helpless." "I know." His eyes meet mine. "That's what scares me." Before I can answer, a warrior lunges. Kael shifts. His black wolf explodes forward, intercepting the attack. Claws tear through leather. The warrior falls. Another comes from behind. I turn before he reaches me. My knife catches his blade.

The masked warrior had proven to be a formidable adversary, and King Rico was determined to unmask and defeat this mysterious opponent. His fingers traced the intricate patterns on the hilt of the ancient sword, a physical manifestation of the power he sought to wield. The sword, with its dark aura and latent abilities, was both a source of fascination and frustration for him. He had tapped into its power to exert control over Omaha, but the masked warrior had proven to be a thorn in his side, blocking his every attempt to freeze the city.

Home late tonight. Then I deleted the message and typed: Penelope’s hurt but alive. Don’t wait up. I stared at those words for a long moment before hitting send. Twenty minutes late. Twenty minutes that might have cost me everything that mattered. “Alpha Dominic?” A young woman in medic gear jogged over. “I was treating some of the witnesses. They all said the same thing about the masked warrior.” “Which was?” “That he moved like he was enhanced. Impossible speed and strength.” She lowered her voice. “Some of them think he might not be completely human.”

He stood his ground, punching through a tattooed martial artist's polearm and his head, splattering brain matter on a nearby wall. Then, his right hand clawed into a machete and tore into a security guard's throat. It was a one-man massacre—the usually proud tattooed martial artists were all falling before Frank without really putting out a fight. As for Frank, he got even quicker and more brutal with each strike. None of his opponents could keep up as he massacred them like a general of old. In a couple of minutes, a pile of corpses that were the Wolvens' tattooed martial artist and Kit's security guards lay beneath Frank's feet.

Jack whispered, a breathtaking, genuine smile stretching across his face. Marcus stood a half-step behind him, exactly where the Bastion was supposed to be. The boxer wore a sleek, sleeveless combat rig of dark grey kinetic fabric that highlighted the heavy, scarred muscle of his massive arms. His hands were bound in fresh, pristine athletic tape, but beneath the fabric, the Liquid Silver mana was already simmering, coiled and ready.

He smiles at her and whispered, ”Try to make a blast gauntlet for Cakra. Kartika nods and advances. “One more.” He said. She turns around. “Be careful.” He smiles at her. She smiles and starts concentrating imagining the weapon he told her. A pair of blast gauntlets appear on Cakra’s hands Cakra beats them up and shoots blue beams from the nozzle on the metacarpal part. Alfi draws Pelidi and Tipit from his bracelet and starts annihilating them with his bamboo sword and crowbar. Suddenly, that masked guy appears before Alfi. Those pale men stop and retreat. The masked guy walks approaching Alfi and stops beside him.

claws, and fangs. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and the sound of screams and snarls filled the air. Our pack's warriors fought valiantly, taking down the masked strangers one by one. But the strangers seemed endless, and they kept coming at us with a ferocity that was both impressive and terrifying. Despite being outnumbered, our warriors held their ground, fighting with every ounce of strength they had. I saw one of our warriors, a young woman named Akira, take down three strangers with swift kicks and slashes of her claws. Another warrior, named Thane, used his massive strength to overpower several strangers, sending them flying across the battlefield. As the fight

she started off before scoffing at the thought. "Don't tell me…" The man suddenly remembered what she was talking about. He remembered the woman being too insulted, and challenged their boss in a match. He was arrogant and accepted her proposal to prove his point. But she won, destroying his ego. "You're the masked assassin he faced!" he screamed after remembering her distinctively wearing a mask to avoid revealing her identity during the match. Keisha laughed loudly and nodded her head. She pressed the knife against his neck and sliced it, but only enough to make it bleed. He moved his head back in shock and she smiled. "Tell me who ordered to eliminate my mother– or at least the mother you