Peerless Warrior Novels & Stories

He gathered that familiar anger like a cloak around him as he rode up past them to take the lead on the dangerous road. We’re entering deeper woods. “I’ve fought their army and come out the loser more than once.” It was hard for Nim to admit the cold truth. Disseus caught her words as he rode by. “I take it you’re a warrior of some note.” Lonnix commented to assuage the wound to her pride at her admonition. Yes. Disseus remembered. His lips twitching at the mere thought. She was certainly that. She lifted her chin. “I am Nealinim, The Missing Warrior, the greatest Guardian among my people.”

Wendell dangerously said while slowly approaching him like a predator. Behind, Lyndon and Hansel snickered while Anastasha was smugly watching from the sideline. With blazing eyes, Wendell stared the warrior down and replied with a deep, menacing voice, "First of all, she's a Gamma! Remember that." The warrior swallowed. Then, Wendell backed away before his demeanor calmed down. He smirked and laughed a little before saying, "Fine, I'll train you guys myself." He walked back, but once he was with Zane and the others again, he looked back at the warrior and said, "That is if that representative of yours can even win against her."

It makes me proud to see every man show up for their Luna, and to be perfectly honest, I expected nothing less. They are quite a sight, even for me. Every man standing shoulder to shoulder with their leather wrapped shields at their fronts, sheathed long swords hanging at their sides and head to toe brown and burgundy leather armour with highly polished Damascus steel plating. The variegated stripes stand out and the skill of the old boys at the forge really shows. The Elite Warriors favour kevlar and HDPE , but like the Old Guard, I feel like something is lost in this modernisation.

He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him. A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed in his heart.

“Let’s seize the moment during their battle to breach the formation and explore the ruins. We may uncover valuable treasures.” “No need to rush,” James said calmly. He kept his eyes on the distant battlefield. In the midst of the battle, Warner’s aura was truly formidable. His aura even surpassed that of some Quasi Boundless Rank powerhouses. However, Wael showed no fear while facing Warner. He calmly stroked his beard and wore a smile as he remarked, “It’s been a while since I roamed through the Nine Districts. Do these young folks nowadays have no idea of their place?”

All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own. Despite her dislike of one particular Eastern warrior, Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. "Powerhouses." Jumping Elaina looked to Christopher who had snuck up beside her while she was immersed in watching the warriors. "Well, for the most part." Elaina responded begrudgingly. Christopher chuckled at her words. "Don't let one in particular ruin your view of the rest." Bristling Elaina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not that petty."

This warrior has now been possessed. “Indie.” Iris cursed under her breath. “A warrior whom you say fights like a child.” She drew her words as she spoke through the warrior. “Is only a match for me?” she chuckled. “You belittle me Iris, and you will pay dearly for your insult!” The warrior charged at her, but due to the fact that his bother had been possessed by Indie, he moved nearly three times as fast and approached Iris in a blur, giving her no time to come up with a counter attack nor a defence. The sword went into her thigh and Iris let out a painful yell, she grabbed the blade with her hand to stop the warrior from trying to sink it deeper into her body.

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

"After that, he kicked me out of his house wearing nothing but my own skin. He told me if I ever came near his territory again, he would kill me." "But you're a Blessed Warrior. Not a rogue." I referred to her families lineage. The Goddess's blessed warriors. Her army of wolves. Known for their combat abilities. Their skill on the battle field. They were known as the perfect wolves. "What kind of stupid moron wouldn't want a Blessed Warrior to rule a pack?"

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.