The King Of Warriors Novels & Stories

The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their eyes wide with terror. "The Capital," the eldest warrior whispered, his hand trembling against his sword hilt. "The Capital did this... The King's blood-smiths marked him." "Stand down!" Devon roared, his voice cracking with a sudden, jagged wave of native authority that made the warriors stiffen. He didn't retreat. He stepped straight into the freezing static heat radiating off Marcus's skin, his hands catching him by the broad, metallic-dense muscles of his shoulders to help him stand. "He is the Alpha King of this territory. I don't care what his eyes look like. Help him into th

"Breathe, Marinah." King talks me through the sudden rush of Kedorine 5, or K-5 as King calls it, that tries to shove itself into my veins. K-5 is the miracle that brings on the shift for Shadow Warriors and it's packed with other powerful hormones too. You can't catch it, it's not a disease, it's something you're born with, and I'm the lucky woman to be the first female Warrior in hundreds of years. "Inhale, exhale. Don't allow your beast to win. You say when she's in charge, not her."

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

the King says. The King then steps across the borders, and EP surrounds him in a white glow, showing that he, King Andre Valdez, is the one true King of the werewolves, and has no impure intentions. My dad looks at the king, with admiration, and says, “Thank you, Andre I appreciate your kind words. Shall we?”

The warriors don't stay back, they launch their weapons and blades, killing a fair amount of werewolves. “You all, stop this madness!” I scream, and the war dies down again. Never in a million years would I have thought that I carried within me the power to stop wars with the sound of my tiny, shrieking voice. The Grand Alkhemi warriors lower their weapons, and the werewolves take a step back. With a shaky breath, I say. “I have chosen my King.” That sentence brings a cloud of uneasiness on everyone.

He doesn't take his name in front of his mother. He doesn't know why she hates him so much. But no matter. For him. He will always be his hero. Zander King. The Empire king of this world. The most powerful figure in the entire world, the undefeated King.

"We prepare for war. Real war. Total war. War unlike anything we have faced before. The Devourers were enemies we could transform. The Original Nothing was a force we could teach. But these fragments? These are enemies we cannot transform. Cannot teach. Cannot convince. These are enemies we must fight. Must defeat. Must destroy. Or be destroyed. There is no middle ground. No peaceful resolution. No teaching moment. Only war. Only battle. Only fight to the death. Ours or theirs. We prepare for that. We are ready ourselves for that. We commit to that. We prepare for war." The community gathered. Thousands of beings. Thousands of souls. Thousands of creatures who chose existence and would now f

Stephanie's rage filled the entire house. "Cancelled!" She slammed her clutch onto the hallway table so hard the vase rattled."The entire banquet, cancelled! The Crown Prince found his fated mate." Father caught her wrist before she could throw a plate. "Stephanie, sit down—" “He didn’t even want a mate,” Stephanie wailed, “Everybody knows that!” It was true. Kai focused on military efforts…which was the only reason their King hadn’t declared his younger son, Niko, as his heir. The King wasn’t overly fond of his first son, preferring his children from his second marriage.

How can the King, the lord whose first order was to commence the rogue trials, possibly react to the news that his mate was a rogue. I sigh. "I am leaving this place right now." The king just stands with his arms now crossed over his broad chest and looks at me with deadpan eyes. "You are not leaving." "You seem to mistake me, mate," I say. "I did not ask." There’s a dark flash across his face, then he raises his chin haughtily. “If this is what you wish for our roles to be, so be it." He glances back at the door. "One call and I can have you chained up here for however long I please. If you dare to leave I can have every werewolf on land looking for you. If there is anything keeping you fro