روايات وقصص ضمن Romantic Warrior Needles

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Where did she learn these moves? Liam seemed to recognize the move, but also felt it was impossible. It was an ancient move that was only taught to selected warriors to undertake dangerous secret missions, not even many knew of. Especially Mila, who had just returned after years of being missing. “Mila stop it,” Liam hissed at Mila as their swords clashed and he grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to whisper to her. "Stop this." However, Mila doesn't heed the warning, instead kicking Liam in the stomach and jumping backwards, earning a cry of support from the vampire warriors around them, who have absolutely no idea what really happened to their king and queen while on the arena.

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

Deliberate. A warrior passing the central well wore a thin silver cord braided around his wrist. Another wolf, one of the older scouts, had woven pale thread into her hair, almost hidden beneath dark braids. Two younger fighters near the storage huts carried matching wraps around their forearms, tied tight like bandages that weren’t healing anything. Symbols. Not decoration. A signal. Lyra’s stomach tightened. She turned slightly and found Ronan behind her, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the same courtyard.

"Have always eyed her. How about..." The two warriors eyed each other, sharing the same thoughts in their heads, their faces broke into a grin. Scarlett tried to move away from them. She only wanted to press herself into a corner of the dungeon, away from their eyes. However, the silver in her cuts was making her weak. Wolves had two weaknesses, wolfsbane and pure silver. While Wolfsbane kills, pure silver weakens the warrior when touches the bleeding cut. "Where are you going, huh?" One warrior holds her legs, parting them wide for his eyes. His eyes filled with hunger. He was only a second away to rip her trousers and get what he desired for years, "Got you today, you arrogant little slut.

Threads of loyalty had splintered into chaos, many converging on Prince Rowan like a dark constellation. Caelan’s silver eyes reflected the grim scene below, his quiet intelligence already calculating distances, supply lines, and the fragile loyalties that could still be swayed. He wore lightweight armor over his dark tunic—silver-trimmed plates that allowed freedom of movement while offering some protection. The mating bite on his neck stood openly visible, a deliberate symbol of defiance against the old laws that had sparked this war.

"I'm not wearing a dress to a battle." "It's a festival not a battle." "It's both and you know it." I found black jeans and a dark red shirt that wouldn't show blood. "Joanna is going to be there, probably wearing my face, we need to be ready." Ryker walked in shirtless showing off the four black scars on his back, they looked like war paint. "Anna's right, we dress for war not for a party." "Fine but at least wear this," Ronald held up a silver necklace with the Silverfang pack symbol. "It's spelled to protect against glamour magic, if Joanna tries to disguise herself as you this will glow."

It was as if they had been put on a freeze frame. A silver needle then appeared on every single one of the 12 warriors' foreheads. If it weren't for the bright lighting in the office, the needles wouldn't have been visible. Tanner's eyes widened as cold sweat beaded on his forehead. What was going on?

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

“Could you open my gift now?” “Alright, let’s see.” She pulled the ribbon, letting it slip off before pausing. I held my breath as she lifted the lid. Her fingers traced the moon-shaped jewelry inside. “Moon phases, huh?” She studied the earrings—each a full moon, delicately set with small diamonds. Then her gaze fell on the necklace. “And a howling wolf. It’s beautiful.” Yes. I had designed that piece specifically for her. If I couldn’t mark her yet, maybe this would keep other men at bay. The wolf had a single diamond eye, surrounded by a crescent of smaller stones.