Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

Amid the atmosphere of extreme silence, those three warriors were lying on the ground lost in their own thoughts. Thinking about when their ordeal will come to an end. They were missing their families remembering their good times that they spent with them. The first warrior was married and had a daughter that was about one. He became emotional remembering her and tears begin to roll down his eyes. He said he didn't got much time to spend

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

Slowly, he shifted back into his human form, his expression unreadable as he ordered his warriors to bind the rogue king. “It’s over,” Orion said, his voice low but firm. But I wasn’t so sure. “Orion,” I whispered, stepping forward. “There’s something I need to tell you.” I quickly explained what had happened—the two Silver Fang warriors who had endured hours of torture to protect my identity. “They need help,” I said, my voice trembling. “They risked everything for me.” Orion nodded. “Bring them out,” he commanded one of his warriors. The two warriors were dragged from the rogue king’s chambers, barely conscious but alive. Relief swept through me—until they opened their eyes and saw Orion.

Most of the original warriors were lost to time and combat. Only James, Lander, and Lander’s elder brother Marlon – now their most dangerous adversary, having recently resurfaced to anoint himself the leader of the Hunters and the one brave enough to plan to awaken the Master Sorcerer by the use of his bloodline. Perhaps, Grace couldn't blame him for killing her grandmother. Besides, the old woman was the former wife of the Master, and by killing the remainder of his bloodline, it would be impossible to bring the bastard back to life.

The chieftains obeyed, their eyes fixed on him as if afraid he might disappear if they so much as blinked. "I am alive," Orion said, his voice steady, carrying to every corner of the hall. "Not by right and certainly not by strength alone, but by Selene's mercy." Murmurs rippled through the crowd of warriors at the mention of the goddess. "The war is over," he continued. "The traitor, Seth, is dead, and so is Malcolm and every single one of his hunters. There are no enemies left to fight." "You're wrong, Alpha," chieftain Dray cut in, and Orion's eyes narrowed in challenge.

I could sense it in my bones — the connection that we had, the power that we pulled from each other. But Orin’s troops were not going quietly. They were highly trained, and they fought with a savage discipline. And these weren’t just random free agents; these were operatives who had been radicalized by their hatred for everything we stand for. They had everything to lose, and nothing to lose, and that was dangerous. Some even with classes to rival my best warriors. The next, his eyes flashing with rage, was making fire in his hands. He threw them into our ranks, his flames burning the air with the smell of sulfur and ash.

Alora opened her computer and turned it on. Alora was getting all her files to send to Ares on his soldiers and who did what and their evaluations. Alora, during her years, met each warrior personally. If they fought for her, then she needed to know them. She never liked letting a family know their loved one was killed in war and knew nothing about that person. Alora had a profile for each soldier, what they liked, when their birthdays were, if they were mated and had children. She loved her warriors and her warriors loved and respected her.