No 1 Supreme Warrior Novels & Stories

I ask, my voice wavering despite my best efforts to sound confident. Top leans back again, his expression softening. "The deceased Luna Supreme... Supreme's mate." Top reveals.

Several names are listed as warriors with 20 new warriors announced, an impressive number of our 50 senior class members. "As for Elite Warriors" he says as the applause slows. Everyone is silent as he looks at the crowd. "As you all know, it is rare to have more than one, but we are very excited to announce we have three this year" everyone starts clapping as Serena moves to the stage, flicking her hair back with a sickening smile. "My daughter Serena" Aurora growls. "Isaac Kinly" Alpha continues as I roll my eyes. Isaac is a total tool and Serena's latest boy toy. Serena has no respect for the mate bond and has had several boyfriends, which she has no issue being all over in public. I had

He held his sword in his left hand, his jet-black hair tousled lightly by the cold breeze. “This won't go as far as killing, will it, my love?” the Queen asked her husband. The Supreme didn’t reply but simply smiled at her. “Zumir will not fall or be defeated. He’s no ordinary vampire. Trust in our son, my queen,” said the Supreme. Prince Zumir positioned himself before the warrior, staring blankly. There was no fear or emotion on his face. As Romelda’s countdown ended, the fight began. Everyone watched in awe as, in less than a minute, the warrior was defeated—Zumir’s sword pointing at him.

It was weird, but that was just the beginning of the things I knew I was surely going to face. “Ah! Tenebris.” Timber North chuckled, taking a sip of the tea in his hands. Prince Timber, whom I had knocked out, was beside him. He looked angry and scared at the same time, but I couldn't be less bothered. “Timber North.” I growled, and he laughed, taking more sips. “If you're here to ask about the super warriors,” he said, taking a brief pause, “I'd love to let you know that they're already available.”

He bowed his head in submission. The warrior was a strong wolf, but I felt something off with his scent. “He is one of my weakest warriors, Naomi. He is an omega by rank. Defeat him in a duel and I will let you take over the alpha position in the absence of your father and your sister.” Napoleon commanded coldly, and I froze in my place. Fight with an omega warrior???? What the fu*k??? "Is.... is this some kind of a joke, my king?" I questioned in disbelief, my eyes darting between the warrior who was now standing tall with his head high and the king.

The man looked at Elio with scorn. "I'm Thiago. You probably haven't heard of me, you nobody." Elio's face tensed up. He thought of the scary people from the stories and asked, "Are you Thiago, one of the Twelve Evil Spirits?" Thiago was caught off guard and huffed, "Not bad, kid. You know who I am. Looks like you're part of the martial world too." The world of warriors had always been around for thousands of years. It never went away; it just went underground!

He threw something in front of Zion. Zion looked at it and was stunned. It was a token that seemed to be a bit worn out. He frowned, picked the token up, and looked at it. After he saw the engraving “Supreme” on the token and the dragon logo below it, he was shocked. His eyes widened. His hands shook so much that he almost dropped the token. “It’s…the Martial League’s Supreme Token!” Zion exclaimed in disbelief. He held the token and looked at it to make sure that he was not just seeing things. A wave of shock surged within him.

The warriors seemed to have retreated, as they walked back to Zane slowly. Zane looked up at me. "You've got the other side of the deal?" He asked. Without hesitation I pointed at Nathan, who was still disguised as an ordinary warrior and fighting gallantly against the now retreating warriors. "He's the one," I said, trying to maintain the firmness of my voice. "He's the werewolf who has the superpowers." " Is that so? " Zane asked softly, taking preying steps towards Nathan who had long stopped the fighting, panting.

Out of the ten, only two remain, General Six and Eight. I didn't die, but I'll say I failed. I ran off from my duty post. Embraced the call for love and submission, but I got nothing but betrayal and resentment from it. I wanted to admit it. I was General Six. The female warrior everyone feared, respected, and didn't cross. Most packs wanted me by their side. I wasn't just any warrior. I was strategic, not just in my skills in weaponry, but in negotiations as well. I couldn't admit it.

Because I asked the cafeteria to refund the two cents I'd been overcharged for a plate of leftovers, someone filmed me and posted the video on the campus forum, turning me into the "refund warrior" everyone online loved to hate. Just as people were dragging me for being both poor and heartless, my brother, Jack Griffin, showed up at the school gates on a livestream, wearing a worried expression. He held up a spending record and shoved it in my face. "Brielle, Mom sends you $10,000 every month for living expenses. "Dad worries you'll have a hard time away from home, so he secretly gives you another $5,000. Even I, as your brother, save $3,000 from my monthly paycheck to send you. "You get