Saber Force Warrior Novels & Stories

Even if they dropped an advanced Source Crystals, the chances of it yielding something valuable were quite low. "Is it because we're in the exploration phase? Ah, who cares?" Victor eagerly picked up the war scythe. [Fine Electric War Scythe (Two-Handed)] [Combat Power +50] [Attacks are imbued with electrical energy, doing extra damage] "Nice." Victor immediately discarded his custom-made saber and shield. Compared to the war scythe, the saber and shield might as well be trash. The war scythe was an impressive ten meters long, matching Victor's height. Grasping it in his hands, he felt like a war god holding an immensely powerful weapon. He looked intimidating.

the man commanded. "Yes!" The warrior dressed in black beside him nodded. He wielded a curved saber with a cold, crescent-moon gleam. Saber energy sliced through the air, slashing toward Chase. Meanwhile, Chase lifted his hand and casually crushed the saber energy mid-flight. A flash of steel struck, but Chase deftly caught the saber's edge between two fingers, stopping it with ease. "That's impossible!" The warrior's face paled in shock. He pulled out a dagger and struck again, only for Chase to flick his finger, channeling true energy into the blade.

- Sorcerer! Vic sat up with difficulty and looked around. A tall, lithe figure in the light traveler's clothing glided among the more powerful and heavy bodies of warriors clad in battle armor. It was like an outlandish dance accompanied by the brilliance of steel moving too fast. He had not yet seen Yarsi in a real battle, where he spared no one, stopped the blow so as not to injure or cripple. And now I saw. Merciless lunges, incredibly fast swings, short, merging into lanes of blade movement and splashes of blood flying to the sides. His rage was calculated, measured, unerring. Crazy.

And I understood because that was exactly how I had felt when the young warrior’s mother had begged me to bring her son back. “I just don’t understand why vampires out of nowhere?” Luna Shae murmured. She was Archer’s mate and, from what I know, she too came from a warrior clan from China. They met when Archer went to train. There was nothing insanely attractive about her, but there was still something that would have you intrigued in no time. She had a tiny frame with gorgeous dark silk-like hair way below her slender waist. There was that steely warrior-like glint in her eyes just like Ivy. Maybe all warriors have that in common.

Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark and bite Sabrael was stealth and silence; which made him extremely dangerous. He had even been able to sneak up on me several times. He had a sarcastic sense of humor and his lips always curved up on one side in a perpetual smirk, his hair a tumble of deep chestnut brown and slightly wavy, framed his face.

"Do you think that's one of the Ten Legendary Weapons, the Dragon Slaying Saber?" Subsequently, Dark Warrior spun around and looked at the saber in Lucas' hand. At that moment, he was confident that it was indeed the Dragon Slaying Saber. 'Aside from the Dragon Slaying Saber, one of the Ten Legendary Weapons, there's no other saber that terrifying.' "Hey, human, the saber in your hand…" Lucas interrupted Dark Warrior before he could finish speaking. "You're right, it's the Dragon Slaying Saber," said Lucas.

said Javiar. -------- Eloy shed his outer robes. He was bare chested except for his wedding ornament laying across his chest. He looked at Adharva and extended his hand. "Your scarf, highness," said Eloy. Adharva moved the silk cloth from his robe and extended it to Eloy who meticulously wrapped it around the chain and then turned. He looked at the warriors. There were seven waiting in a line. There seemed to be an order. Eloy took his sword and the first warrior bowed before him. What followed was a terrific battle and the only time, Eloy showed any weakness was when the fourth warrior managed to slash his sword across Eloy's arm. However, after a minor stumble, Eloy had outsmarted him and

I tell him. “I would like to go with your team Gamma.” The warrior says. “My niece was taken and she is all my sister has. She lost her mate a few years ago.” “What is your rank warrior?” I asked him. “Three sir.” “You can be with my team.” I tell him. “Rise your hands if you are ranked one through three.” I tell them all. More than three quarter of the warriors raise their hands. “Alright. Who is ranked one and two?” More than half keep their hands raised.

"Don't look so scared babe. The worse he'll make you do is fuck him. It might be pleasurable depending on-" Losing all his sense of his cool, war let go his mate and his cool demeanour flew out the window and into Trent's face. The blow to his packmate forced the large in height and width man to stumblya few feet backward. A sickening crack sounded. Trent groaned before his hands went to his face, letting loose a slew of curse words. His fullname was Warren; but that didn't suit him much. War was his name and he felt the surge of the power from the name flow through him as he stalked over to Trent.

Suddenly, a massively-built warrior steps to the front of the crowd, and all the warriors immediately fall back into place. “I’ll take the challenge!” The warrior roars. The rest of the warriors fall silent. As I look the warrior over, I suddenly feel a spark of recognition. This man is Warrior Garrett. I met him on the way back from the enemy pack’s territory. I’ve heard of him before–both Gamma Everly and Spencer himself have spoken quite highly about him. And judging by the surprised looks on everyone’s face, I have a feeling this soldier must be incredibly strong. Part of me wants to protest–after all, I doubt most of the warriors in the Lycan army could beat Warrior Garrett, so why woul