The King Of Warriors Novels & Stories

Arthur had not let him. Arthur’s hands began to tremble. He was a king fighting a civil war. His kingdom was fractured, traitors were hiding in his own ranks, his throne was hanging by a thread, and he was currently stranded in the middle of nowhere, surviving on the generosity of strangers. He could not be pregnant. He could not carry a child—Malakor’s child—into the middle of a blood-soaked war. It would ruin everything. It would destroy any chance he had of taking back his kingdom.

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.

“Please don’t think that I mean this in an offensive way, but why would the God of war be at my door step?” “No offense taken. Before I reveal the reason I am here, how about we get to know each other first?” He nods. “As you already know, I am Ares, the God of war. I assume you are an authority here. What’s your name and title?” “You assume right. My name is Kyro, I have been the reigning king over my people here for the last five hundred years. I hope your visit doesn’t bring trouble for our kind.” I nod my head at the king.

“Please don’t think that I mean this in an offensive way, but why would the God of war be at my door step?” “No offense taken. Before I reveal the reason I am here, how about we get to know each other first?” He nods. “As you already know, I am Ares, the God of war. I assume you are an authority here. What’s your name and title?” “You assume right. My name is Kyro, I have been the reigning king over my people here for the last five hundred years. I hope your visit doesn’t bring trouble for our kind.” I nod my head at the king.

With a big cheesy smile, Theo’s hands are up in surrender now. “Second in Command, Beta Theo, at your service.” Theo lowers his hands, offering one to Lorcan. My Fated accepts, making Theo flinch at his strength. “Thank you so much, sir. I just got out of summit escort duty. And welcome home, my King.” To our surprise, Theo abruptly turns around and proudly announces his King. “Warriors, our lovely Queen Kimarhi has found her fated! Welcome, Our King Lorcan home, and form up!” Theo whistles a tune, and all the warriors march forward.

The great doors swung open, and there he was. He was not the ragged fugitive who had fled the castle, nor the disguised pilgrim who had walked into the lion's den. He was Kaelen, King of Varek. He stood in the doorway, his black armor gleaming in the torchlight, his face grim and determined, his eyes burning with a cold, righteous fire. He was not alone. Admiral Thorne stood beside him, a massive, formidable figure, his face a mask of grudging respect. And behind them, a phalanx of royal guards and Trident sailors, a combined force that was an army, a fleet, a nation, all embodied in the man who stood at their head. Their eyes met across the vast, empty hall. The bond, which had been a const

“And how will that work now that you’re fired?” “I was actually thinking about this last night, and I realized I made a mistake. I’ll go back to the king and apologize and–” “The King?” he cuts me off, his brows furrowing. Oh no! “He is the alpha king–” “Well not for long. That’s why I need him gone as soon as fucking possible. I’m supposed to be the alpha of this pack by now.” “Ryker, I understand that, and all I'm saying is–”

There was a look in his eyes that disappeared before I could decipher it. The king's knights entered the pavilion wearing full gear and I was scared there was a war for a second until they did what looks like a traditional dance. "It's their war dance. They are just paying respect to their war lord. The orcs, ogres and the giants left have high respect for King Waharat for being a brave king. You probably haven't heard of it, but a few years after he sat on the throne, those who are opposed to his reign challenged him, but he was able to defeat them. He was just fifteen then. And he earned his knights' respect and devotion since then. They say Prince Waian or Prince Leirom might face the sa

His voice echoed with a hint of admiration, as if the mere mention of Samarth's name commanded respect. The mention of the chief commander sparked a memory in King Agnil's mind, and he recalled the face of his loyal servant, Kenaz. As he gazed at Samarth, he noticed the striking resemblance to his father. The young warrior's rugged features seemed chiseled from the very stone of battle, exuding raw power and danger. His meadow-green eyes, sharp as a hawk's, gleamed with a fierce intensity that commanded attention.

I said in pure sacarsm. “I would” “Yeah Josh, see ya later” I said taking a turn. Getting to my dorm, I recieved a call from my mate, I could hear uneasiness in his voice. “Five werewolves are dead” Five? What the fuck happened? “How in the world?” “Kovie didn't retreat!” He growled. That cunning piece of shit, he hid and came up with plans. Who is Kovie? Kovie is a warrior king, his origin unknown, his source of powers unknown, his capabilities unknown.