The Alpha And His Warrior Novels & Stories

Rogues surged forward to cover him, buying him space. Cowardly… but smart, I thought. I wiped blood from my mouth, eyes locked on him through the chaos. Around us, the eastern wing roared, my warriors finally breaking parts of his formation, forcing his fighters backward step by step. He backed away slowly, breathing heavier now, one hand pressed against the bleeding cut across his chest. “This isn’t over, Alpha,” he said, voice low. “You’re only at the edge of the fire.” “Good,” I answered, advancing. “Because I came to burn it down.”

Jael asks. "You were all in the woods, and if you haven't noticed, rogues are attacking." Gemma glares. "We should be doing more," Tyler says. "Nonsense, that is what the warriors are trained for," Gemma states. "What do you think we were training for?" He looks at her. "You're not a warrior," Gemma adds. Jael gasps. Lia groans. That was the wrong answer. "No, I'm an alpha," he growls. "And alpha's don't run from a fight."

“I thought you knew?” “Yes! I mean no! I knew they weren’t humans, but… but half wolf? That’s insane.” He leaned forward. “Exactly, Isabella! It is wild, mind-blowing, and ridiculous. Who could have thought something like that existed? And there are different kinds too, like ranks. Alpha is the highest rank, and that is what Alexander and his father are.” The look in my father’s eyes… It was even scarier than what he was telling me. Madness… something close to madness, that’s what I could see.

Morpheus had been as surprised as he was when she came into the clearing. It was almost as though she’d just appeared before him. He’d been out for a run with his wolf. When he’d reached the clearing, he laid down in the cool grass, enjoying the late spring sunrise. It was calming and he’d needed a break from all the responsibilities placed on his shoulders. Up until 6 months ago, his father had been alpha. The plan had been for him to take over once he found his mate but every year that passed without finding her, the unrest in the pack grew. Eventually, his father conceded that he would become alpha without his luna.

Alex watched his beautiful omega fall into a deep slumber. He kissed his lover's temple and pulled the covers up over Ash's shoulders. He then traced a finger down Ash's cheek and along his jaw bone. He closed his eyes. He hated seeing Ash like that. He never wanted anything bad to happen to Ash, and he felt like he had failed him. Was he a bad alpha? He didn't really know. However, he couldn't think about that at the moment. He knew that Ash was now safe, and now he had to go have a little chat with Boss.

he said. “Stay low,” I tell him. “Hands over your head.” War. Real war. Not Vincent’s coward games. Our warriors return fire. Cleric moves like he was never caged. Fast, brutal, efficient. He takes two archers off the wall before they can shoot a second arrow. Then the main doors slam open. And he walks out. Alpha Raze. He’s not big like Kael. He’s lean. Scarred. White hair to his shoulders, black teeth filed to points. Eyes yellow. Wolf eyes, even in human form.

"How can we halt the relentless advance of this unseen enemy?" Alpha Thorne, the largest and most robust Alpha among the packs, a warrior renowned for his indomitable will, was known for his ruthlessness and ferocity in combat. Tales spoke of his ability to dismantle foes effortlessly. As Alpha Thorne spoke, the expressions of many fellow Alphas darkened—some with rage, others with fear or apprehension. Several had suffered losses to illness, leaving them unsettled and skeptical of their healers' abilities. Doubt lingered among their ranks.

This was the only thing they did all their lives, dedicating their whole lives to fighting in an isolated place with no pleasure, only pain. My eyes caught the mighty Alpha Karim as he stomped out of his tent. He was a huge man with a defined build. He was clad in hide pants with a belt of weapon wrapped around his waist. His chest was bare, just like the other warriors, but he held my gaze. There were slashes across his back and tattoos I could not make out what they meant on his right chest. Now that I knew he was The Alpha, he looked deadlier and more frightening. Just like a cue, he turned and looked my way, our eyes met, and I tore mine away from him and hurried away. My heart began to

I'm too far from the pack houses so even if I scream, it will be of no use. "A-alpha Liam will...he will-" "He will what, useless rogue? What exactly will he do?" The second warrior says and starts to remove his shirt. My lips are trembling and my knees feel like buckling over. "The Alpha doesn't care one bit for you. Sure, he gave orders but that's because he wants you all to himself. I want to know why..." An owl hoots somewhere in the forest; the wind blows cool. I back away further but trip on a fallen branch and fall. The warriors laugh, I hear them ripping their clothes.

none you have ever faced before.' The Warlock stopped speaking when he saw the look of abject terror on the faces of the Warriors around the table, their Leader stood up and looked at his Alpha bowed his head and spoke in a trembling voice, 'You want us to fight th[s God Alpha?' Loki could scent the fear in the room, these were his best, most Elite Warriors, to become one they had faced many difficulties and it was their proudest moment when they were appointed. Pushing himself to his feet he took a deep breath,