The Last Warrior Book Novels & Stories

They had been pushed around by the warriors from second-grade worlds, and each time they looked at a warrior from a third-grade world, they would feel incredibly uncomfortable. As time slowly passed, the warriors gathered gradually lost their patience, especially the warriors from third-grade worlds. A warrior from the Lycan Continent said to his fellow disciple, "What's taking so long? Why hasn't it ended? It's already a day later than any other slaughter game before! Did something happen? Is the situation completely messed up? Why aren't they out yet? We were told to wait for their triumphant return, and I hope nothing bad happened."

Greetings my lovely authors, This is the continuation of the book 'THE LAST ALPHA' which will be updated with the sequel 'THE LAST ALPHA : WAR OF FANGS'. I hope you will support my story just like the prequel. Thank you Zia Prologue The burnt orange sun was set below the horizon, and it’s the shadows that casted upon the town of human beings. The clustered clouds were scattered to the end of the sky, where the sun was burning with its last light. Twinkling stars which were supposed to fill the night, were scared to show up in the dusk.

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

Whoever planned it knew that more border patrols were assigned to the South and East borders, and they knew the weak points of our border security. The war lasted for hours, and the sun was up when the last rogue fell on the ground. The remaining warriors gathered the corpses of the rogues and burned them together in a large heap while the bodies of their warriors were brought to the packhouse. Their families will identify them before burying them in the warrior’s cemetery. When they returned to the pack house, everything was quiet. He instructed a few warriors to guard the alpha floor before stepping out for the battle. Despite their opposition, he forbade Sebastian and Agatha from leaving

More were coming, but I didn’t have the strength to do more. Salem hit the ground hard; it shook and opened for the new wave that wobbled in, falling into the dark abyss below. He slammed his hands again and closed them. There were few left, and as we finished, two warriors got bitten. I walked to them, as Nolan pulled me back. You’re not touching them, he shouted. They will die, Nolan, stop. I touched their wound, burning light underneath my palm, and I screamed as it took all I had to close the wound.

The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking. “I’ll disband the warriors and let you rest enough for two more days and after that, we will continue our discussion” with these words, Alpha Calhoun closed the door and left. “I need to handle this impertinent man before he goes out of control” the Alpha said within him before leaving completely.

Hi lovelies! I hope you are doing well. The Alpha's Warrior have ended and I truly appreciate all your love and support. For those who have joined me in this journey first time, thank you so much. And if you enjoyed my work, I would like to keep you posted about my next work. Coming up next is a story that will take you from the world of Alpha's to that of dark, brooding, sexy Mafia's. Here's a peak: Blurb:

"We have no plan! We're hiding in a wooden shack with half-empty rations and a wounded captain! We're dead! We're all already dead!" "I said shut up," Denzel repeated, stepping forward, but Alexander extended a single, rigid arm to stop him. Alexander hadn't moved from the doorway. He stood tall, his broad frame casting a long shadow across the threshold, but his silver eyes were strangely distant, fixed on the black radio set. The unyielding confidence that usually surrounded him like an armor felt fractured. He was the heir to the throne, a warrior trained to command armies, but how could anyone command against the total annihilation of the world?

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

“No, Empty Belly. It's fine.” The warrior quickly intervened before Kael could respond. He walked toward the wardrobe, pulled out a couple of bedsheets, and spread them across the floor. Then, without another word, he lay down and pulled the sheets over himself. I stared at him in disbelief. The warrior was sleeping on the floor while Kael had the entire bed to himself. I slowly turned toward Kael as our eyes met. I subtly gestured toward the warrior before whispering, “What's going on?” A faint smile tugged at Kael's lips.