No1 Supreme Warrior Novels & Stories

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

Hunter pulled him back up immediately. Hunter was the sixth top warrior and I was seventh. We were expected to stick together. “What is going on with you muscular guy?” I teased as I skidded towards him, “Did fear push you to your knees before you even had a fight with the commander?” “Everyone, beware of poison!” Kent yelled, covering his nose with the extra fabric making up the turtle neck he was wearing. He was the number one warrior and we all looked up to him since he was intelligent and pretty but he was introverted and it was hard to ease up to him.

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

They would adhere to my commands. Bowing several of the young warriors back away as many of the other warriors loyal to Celeste moved forward starring me down and looking at her. There were only a handful but they were large. I could easily take each one of them but to not cause them harm would be difficult as my beast and I were designed to kill.

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

“Go get him, girl I’ve got the 10pm pole set. Don’t be too long, or I’ll have to start the show without my Favourite backup.” “Okay hot tea” I teased and watched him leave the room. Being a hoe paid the bills and kept me out of Pack politics and I was comfortable. I stepped out from behind the curtain walking in the low lights and the bass of the music thumping in my chest. As I got to table four, I let my hips swing, my tailbones buzzing with itch. The man in the suit didn’t look up until I was standing in front of his table. He was huge even for a wild wolf. His scent hit me like a physical wave of pure and unadulterated power. He was high ranking. Maybe an Alpha from a traveling pack.

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”

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.

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.