Saber Force Warrior Novels & Stories

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

He gestured dismissively to the other beasts–"little pack of yours.” The man smirked, his eyes scorning Ronin from head to toe. “I don’t need to tell you my name to kill you. You certainly don’t ask for names when you enact murder.” Ronin frowned, “You’re one to talk, infiltrating my territory and murdering innocent wolves. What we do in retaliation to your attacks is justified.” “Well then,” The man bared his fangs at Ronin. “You can call me Saberlon–and consider what we’ve done as retaliation–for my father.”

I answered shortly, not giving her much to work with. She seemed to pick up on it, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a code name?" she asked, her curiosity growing. "Umm, yes." Shit. If she asks me what it is, what do I say? I was a lead warrior, but I wasn’t a ranked member. Why the hell did I lie just now? I was confused by my own behavior. "Can I know what it is?" she asked cautiously, her voice soft but eager. "Umm, usually it’s… Delta."

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

:Only one Guardian Sword exists per Warrior, so how do they each carry a sword? :Warrior, the sword becomes a part of you,: Kree told him. :That's why you cannot get rid of it. You are as much a part of it as it is of you. It is embedded in your spirit. Once you are chosen, the three form a symbiotic communion that can never be broken, even after death.:

I said, looking at the next guy. "Come on," I said, calling him. He was holding one sword, which made me drop one of my sword, to fight with him. "Please note that your enemy will not be as lenient as me to reduce my weapon, the more for them, the advantage it is," I explained. "You should have let us use our wolf form," he complained. "And why would I?" I asked. "Because that's how we were trained, if I am using my wolf mood, I am more confident to win you," he replied.

He had gone to get another drink. "Give my girl back to me," he threatened Kabir. "Give me that, drink." Kabir took the wine glass from Ahmed's hand. "What the fuck, Kabir." Waniya feigned hurt. "I'm worth one glass of wine only." "You stepped so many times on my shoes. My feet are practically hurt now. I have no energy to go to the bar. I'm just going to crash over here." He pointed to the sofa aligned by the side.

Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments. Finally, the line was completed by two towering figures: Brutus Ironhide, the Juggernaut, whose earth manipulation abilities and sheer physical bulk made him nearly invulnerable, and Astra Skyreach, the Hawk of Somerland, a martial artist with unparalleled agility and speed who fought with the grace and precision of a hawk on the hunt. The ten warriors stood tall, their heads high, their pride and strength evident in their postures. In one unified voice, they declared, “Anyone who threatens our nation will be annihilat

“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.”

He wanted to see what kind of blueprints he'd be able to receive for this simple job. On the other side of the telepathic call, Shiroa was currently in an NPC restaurant in SC Pier City, sharing a table with someone. Before Shiroa sat a handsome man in plate armor, identifying him as a warrior. This warrior possessed short brown hair, similarly to Guardian Knight, but wielded a giant battle-ax as opposed to the sword and shield that the latter uses. Naturally, this player was Blade Warlord. At the moment, Blade Warlord looked a bit run down but he was still capable of captivating others with his looks. Seeing that Shiroa was no longer speaking and was staring off into space, Blade Warlord sp