Romantic Warrior Needles Novels & Stories

This was the reason why he earned such a formidable reputation in the Pendragon War Zone! The silver needles that Liam tossed out were part of the legendary Silver Arrow Tactic, which was passed on to him by Dr. Jensen all those years back. Dr. Jensen put considerable effort into research and subsequently invented these silver needles made from a specialized material that could puncture even steel and breakthrough bulletproof glasses five inches thick. Aside from passing on this lifesaving technique to him, Dr. Jensen also taught Liam everything he knew about medicine and eventually gifted Liam a set of these valuable silver needles.

Moments later, he noticed the two disciples take out a set of silver needles. The needles were a faint green, exuding a chilling gleam and a faint, peculiar fragrance. "Poisoned needles!" Chase's expression changed. These needles were a specialized weapon, designed to deal with true masters of martial arts. Coated in potent toxins, they could instantly reduce a person to a puddle of flesh and blood upon contact. "Could these two be here for me?" Frowning, Chase observed the young disciples intently. Before long, they inserted one of the silver needles into the corpse's chest and then pulled it out.

The warriors conversed in low tones, oblivious to the man creeping silently towards them. When he was close enough, the unknown man brought out a set of tiny needles and a hollow pipe. He inserted the needles into the pipe and quietly raised it to his mouth. One by one, he blew sharply through the pipe, sending the needles flying through the air until it found its mark. Twelve lycan warriors all fell down unconscious as the needle sunk into their skins. They wouldn't die though, but they would be unconscious for about an hour. He had to move quickly.

’ Calvin closed the mind link and I started to jog instead of running, now I saw my trained warriors were on their posts but they were knocked out by something, I knew something was wrong and my mate deserved to know something was happening. ‘Cal! The warriors near the border are out cold! Get the pack warriors out there many!’ Linking my mate I heard the wind change around me, feeling something was close I missed where the target was as I felt a sting hit my neck, when I went to see what it was. My hand was met with a tiny needle that I had picked out, it was however too late as my vision started to leave till I finally succumbed to it.

“She’s my daughter. And she’s terrified, I want to be there too.” I studied her for a beat, I know how to choose my battles and this was no battle I could win, I gave her a curt nod. “Stay close. You know what’s inside those woods.” Rose’s face darkened. “More than anyone.” We were moving in under ten minutes. Twelve warriors, myself, and Rose. Each of us wore a black charm strung around our necks witchstone pendants that burned cold against the skin. A protection spell carved into volcanic obsidian, forged decades ago by the last coven that dared to ally with wolves.

Varyn said smoothly, "he wasn't aware of it." “What is it?” I whispered. “The Council’s Needle,” Varyn said, almost reverent. “Forged in the old days, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. These runes drain power from bloodlines. One precise cut and Ronan’s strength will bleed away, slowly, painfully. He will be helpless.” My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, pacing. The weapon felt wrong, alive somehow. “Drain… how?” I asked. “Gradually,” Varyn said, his voice cold. “It takes hours. Enough time for Ronan to know exactly what is happening as his power seeps out of him.”

He opened the curtains and was about to step in when he saw the warrior's sword next to his brother's knife. He looked at the bed and sure enough, Apaa's brunette hair was leaking out from Rishi's chest. They were wrapped around each other tightly. Adharva was almost thankful for the war at that moment and stepped out and closed the curtain and forbade anyone from making noise in the area and waking them up before it's time. _________

He smiled while they screamed and thrashed in agony, a glint in his eyes. Blake didn’t give up and continued the torture for hours while the few warriors that joined us kept running out to bring coffee and food. If torture were an art, Blake was an exceptionally creative artist. I had never even thought to imagine all the different ways a body could be disfigured. And as if he was a professor, Blake patiently lectured us on the benefits of each knife he was using. He showed off his clip point—good for quick, deep puncture and withdrawal. Then his drop point—good for skinning. Finally, his needlepoint—perfect for thrusting. All things I'd have been perfectly content never knowing.

She was dragging her feet. Pomelia was forced to face War and she continued to look down, twisting her trembling mouth to the side. "When mates are close to one another they secrete a certain scent. You both are secreting something different. You two are mates." "I am capable of taking care of you," War consoled her as his mate silently cried. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't reject her. He needed her... "I am...I'm sure you can W-War...I just want to serve the goddess, I don't want to be with a man," she sniffled as Warren frowned. Well, he definitely wanted to be with a woman, specifically her.

Her piercing blue eyes glittered like diamonds, and her sharp features were etched with a sense of fierce determination. She stood tall and straight, her armor gleaming in the light. Her breastplate was embossed with a fierce-looking wolf, and she wore matching gauntlets and greaves. A sword hung at her side, and I could see the hilt was decorated with intricate carvings of wolves and stars.