The King Of Warriors Novels & Stories

The man continued, trying to appear as confident as ever. Although the man had been working for the present king for a long time now, he was still wary of him. Dimitri was a ruthless king who enjoyed killing people for his merriment. One could never guess how his emotions would vary and what he would do next. So, everybody who worked for him were staying on tetter hooks every time they came in front of him. "And?" Dimitri prompted waiting to see what exactly his men had come up with. "Since they are hoping for peace, we could.."

The King was in full swing. "I did receive formal training in all my years, so I can fight. Hell, I had fought in many a war, but this is not my time to take up the spotlight. That is why you aren't fighting for me, but instead the Killer Queen." Well played, love. Well played. "Then why won't the so-called Killer Queen show us how it's done?" Reverie taunted. Even she was more chipper than usual and her taunts grew more bold. A glare found it's way to her. But Emory decided she wanted a piece of this as well.

"But then they realized he had been broken completely when he would no longer allow his sister to extend the life of her mate. He told her it was time for the mortal's life to finally end for good and forced her to become goddess of the dead so she could remain with her mate. "Kilano took back his crown but he wasn't the same king as he has been before. He devoted himself wholly to his daughter, using her as a distraction from the pain of losing her mother. This devotion led him to another god—Sayan. "The god of the water seemed an unlikely friend to the god of fire but they shared many pains and misfortunes. Sayan too had lost a mortal mate who wanted to give him a child. He too, devoted hi

Not going to fucking happen IM KiNG and I candle my shit on my own. I tilt my head to the side and glance at his son Archer. “I don’t need my daddy to hold my hand for business deals,” Archer smirks. “You’re right! He’s the one,” Archer tells Dwayne. The one for what? Am I missing something? “As you know Dominic we don’t do much business with your world,” Archer says. I nod. Everyone knows the Lycan king is the King of all Kings and the most powerful. “We’ve gained a small pack just outside your territory, ever heard of Red Dawn?”

It feels like I'm being torn apart. I shake off the feeling threatening to drown me and throw a ball of energy toward a target dummy. It hits too hard, blowing it into splinters. I continue training, but each time the results are the same. My powers seem too strong, too out of control. Eventually, I stop, knowing that something is wrong and just as I’m about to leave, a shout snaps my attention toward the forest border. “Sadie!” A group of warriors is approaching, and at the center with broad shoulders, familiar dark eyes, and a tall presence that radiates stable strength is King.

Elara was on her feet in seconds, blade drawn. Rhys sprinted ahead. “North watch!” Ten Iron Claw warriors were on the ground, their skin blackened, eyes melted. And above them, floating like a fever dream, was a man wrapped in shadowsteel robes, a gold crown fused to his skull. “The King.” They called. He didn’t speak. He only raised his hand and the trees behind them exploded with chaos and fame. Elara ducked as a branch whipped past her head. Lyra slammed into her, bleeding from the scalp.

King Van De Fretas never stops praising the beauty of Katty Emerlinda. "Your Majesty, the tiger warriors have returned. They asked permission to appear." A bodyguard reports to King Van De Fretas. "The tiger warriors? Why did they come back so fast? Have them face it right now!" ordered King Van De Fretas. "Alright, Your Majesty," replied the guard and left. "Your Majesty, why has your face turned gloomy?" Katty Emerlinda asked. The face of the king, which had looked radiant and happy, suddenly turned gloomy after hearing the guard's report.

The Witch King had selected a few dozen out of thousands of strong adults to finally succeed in the experiment. The strongest one was like a fierce tiger about to choose its prey. He was the king of the insect warriors! He was at the peak in terms of strength and speed, and was a perfect killing machine! He was created from the corpse of Conrad Gibbs, the First War God. “Go.” The Witch King ordered the guards to remove the chains from these insect soldiers and pointed toward the exit, saying, “Kill all the intruders. Leave no one alive!” “Roar...”

His warriors rallied around him, their numbers dwindling with each passing moment as the dragon’s onslaught continued unabated. I had never seen him like this before. Suddenly, right in front of my eyes, the jovial middle-aged werewolf with graying hair and a slightly rounded belly was a warrior clad in armor, like something straight out of fantasy. This was the great Alpha King. This was the man of legend. And seeing him, like the greatest commander that had ever lived, bolstered me. I had to join the fight, help in any way I could, even if it was the last thing I ever did.

"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."