Saber Force Warrior Novels & Stories

His long silver-gray hair was in small braids, and a dead man was lying at his feet. Trying to get a better view I narrowed my eyes at the prone body and realized that it was Styx. Confused about what I was seeing, I opened my eyes and said, “I don't understand!” Gavin shifted beside me and growled tiredly, “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” Pinching my lips together I rolled to my side and continued to try to figure out what I had seen. “Sergio Winters is a male warrior prodigy, ancient and extremely experienced. He probably challenged Styx to claim your daughter, and unfortunately, Styx lost,” Bria whimpered, and I ground my molars.

And then it happened. The energy exploded from me, a wave of pure power that rippled across the battlefield. Logan staggered back, his sneer replaced with wide-eyed shock. Around us, his warriors faltered, their movements sluggish as the force of my power washed over them. “What… what are you?” Logan stammered, his voice unsteady. I stepped forward, my voice cold. “I am the one should never play with And your end.” With a roar, I unleashed another wave of energy. Logan’s warriors were thrown back, their formations shattered. The ground beneath us cracked, and the air hummed with power.

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.

I pushed the thought aside and walked out of my room. As I open the door to my room, I am met with the sight of my three warriors standing outside, garbed in warrior attire. The first warrior, Markus, is a tall, muscular man with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. His hair is shaved close to his scalp, with a small amount of stubble on his chin. He carries himself with a sense of authority, and I know he will be a valuable asset on this mission. The second warrior, Jaxon, is shorter and stockier than Markus, with a thick beard and a scar above his right eyebrow. He has a more rugged appearance, but his eyes hold a fierce determination that I know will be useful in battle.

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

It seemed that it was looking at the massive battle below but since it had no face, Sara could not be sure of that. However, the throne felt irresistible to Sara and she instinctively took a step toward the battlefield. She noticed that she hadn't a body either but that he was made of the same brilliant substance of the others in the plain. Two glowing sabers were wielded by her as she began to battle. Her thoughts were confused and she could not think of anything except reaching the top of the mountain. She began to battle in the crowded plain, every time he defeated a figure, a bit of its light was absorbed by Sara.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Those who survived moved on to attack) HAWK EYE: Sir, they are killing our men COMMANDER ARCHER: The order is to keep fighting..no retreat, no surrender, no backing down. RIVER: Shark Sabers (brought out two swords, created an ice force, freezing the warriors in front of him and he slashed them) ANYA: Spearhead (a spear appeared and she started attacking the warriors) LOGAN: Copy cats....copy me (a lot of Logan appeared and they summoned his invisible sword and they all started attacking)

A powerful force emanated all around him. He swung the saber in his hand at the arrows coming at them. A bright force radiated from his saber and collided with the arrows flying through the air.

The warrior spat on his face and insulted him also saying that he does not know anything and even if he does he will never tell him anything, not even the slightest bit of it. Coby cursed out and rubbed his face in disgust and ordered one of the vampires to cut the two hands of the warrior. The vampire did as he was told and the warrior shouted in pain. Coby asked him again to tell him what he knew or they would go on like that till he was completely dead.