Peerless Warrior Novels & Stories

“You are a warrior, are you not?” “I was.” I drop my shoulders. “Those days are gone. I don’t know what I am now.” Arrow stands next to Doctor Khe with a stony look on his face. “I won’t let you speak like that, Bronx. Whether or not you knew it before today, you are a child of Perses. You are a warrior. You always have been, you always will be.” “Arrow’s right. You have a warrior’s spirit. So does your wolf.” Doctor Khe’s grin grows wide. “It’s not in you to give up. So, are you ready to get to work? Find a way to fix all of this?”

Then before the next able-bodied warrior can make a move, I quickly unchain Marlene and a few more. “Ahh….I see you have a death wish Ryder.” A voice booms behind me and I do not need to turn to know who it is. I hear the shuffling of feet; his remaining warriors are gathered around him in this damp enclosure. Unchaining the last prisoner, I finally turn around to face a dozen of Zion’s warriors. The remaining warriors are different from the rest, these are Zion’s elite fighters, the best of the best. He stands behind them with a smirk on his face.

I think he must be more than that. His midnight jet hair danced carelessly from the winds down to his teddies which gave him a perfect killer look as some strands fell by the sides of his face to cover his gorgeous eyes. I wouldn't talk about those muscular arms that were exposed from the effect of rolling the sleeves of his shirt and leaving the cuffs unattended to, he was a striking resemblance to the Prince of Persia, Cyrus or even more than him because of his hair that fell across his shoulders. Fuck!! I'm staring too long and that's history.

If the boy was discontent enough, he may be useful. The young man eyed him haughtily. "Vidar." The boy drew himself up and puffed out his chest. Brand took a bite of stew to avoid laughing at the display. "Ah, son of Odin. A fine name for a fine young warrior," Brand told him after swallowing a bite of the mystery meat in his bowl. Vidar preened under the compliment. "My father is one of the Chieftain's most feared warriors. I will be in his personal guard one day."

They should only kill people. I then noticed that the people we were meeting were also warriors who were just clothes in normal clothes but I laughed. They were never going to be a match to my immortal armies. None of them could be armed. When these warriors saw this they began to run from their lives and my immortal men pursued them, tearing them into pieces. Jaylen's POV

The sweats on their forehead and palms were starting to drip to the floor as they prayed to the goddess to save them. Although they haven’t really had a direct encounter with the Moon born heir, his reputation as someone who was ruthless preceded him. So much that every single warrior feared him. No one wanted to find out for themselves just how ruthless he can truly be. A threatening smirk stretched up at the corner of Krisen's lips. “So, you are saying you all are useless?”

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

“Why has your loyalty to Silverclaw been questioned?” “Alpha, if I may.” Draegon, the second warrior, spoke softly, his voice cracking under the pressure of my aura. “You may.” I confirmed as he stood up. This particular warrior had always surprised me in our ranks. He was more agile than many of my warriors, and just as strong as Carlton. Well, as strong as Carlton was before he had become Silverclaw.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the