Peerless Warrior Novels & Stories

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

It took me by surprise as I hadn't expected such a reaction from them. Hunter then took center stage and began his announcement. "My fellow warriors," he started, "we have been through a difficult time. We have faced challenges that have tested our strength and resilience. But despite all that, we have emerged victorious. And today, I want to recognize our Luna for her unwavering support and leadership during these difficult times."

He collapsed with a wet gurgle, his eyes wide with a shock that would forever be frozen on his face. They underestimated me. They saw an old man, a cripple, a relic from a bygone era. They saw the missing arm and the grey in my hair and thought I was easy prey. They were wrong. I was a living relic of war, a creature forged in the crucible of a hundred battles, a Spartan of the old school, and I had been killing men like these since before they were born. A House Ares warrior, a young man with a face full of arrogant confidence, charged me, his sword a clumsy, overeager slash. I didn't even bother to parry. I sidestepped, my movements fluid and economical, and let his momentum carry him past

was the peace of a girl forced to become a warrior too soon. “They lied to you,” Isis whispered, her voice surprisingly soft, devoid of its usual edge. “They taught you to value the shell so you wouldn't realize the power of the pearl inside. You are not 'less than' because you were hurt. You are more, because you are still here.”

Charlie continued, “Number two! As a martial artist, you are very strong and tenacious, but you are also very soft and weak on the inside! This proves that you don’t have what it takes to be a martial artist! A warrior is a wolf who dares to fight and is not afraid to die, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a pitiful poodle beneath the tough physique and sharp wolf-like fangs!” Tears flowed down Nanako’s face upon hearing this. Yet, Charlie went on. “Number three! Warriors are soldiers who are not afraid to walk to their death! When they go to the battlefield, they are prepared to shed their blood and sacrifice their lives, but they never jeopardize their dignity! What about you? How dare y

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.

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

he says sounding like a lost puppy. This gorgeous man thought I did to want him? How was that possible? And how could I ever be worthy of someone like him? “You are a warrior?” I ask him. He looks up at me smiling, “Yes, I am one of the elite warriors here at the Evergreen Pack,” he says proudly. I nod, impressed and wondering again why the Moon Goddess would have matched me with this amazing man.

“Same job. Just a fancier title to make you feel better.” He clutched his chest like she’d stabbed him. “Excuse me? Warriors are the backbone of the pack. Bodyguards stand around holding doors—warriors fight wars!” Penelope gave him a slow once-over, unimpressed. “You? Fight wars? You look like you’d sprain your wrist opening a pickle jar.” Colin made a noise halfway between a growl and a gasp. “I’ll have you know—”