The Spirit Of The Warrior นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

I paced in front of them, boosting their courage. "We are warriors of Vagamor. We live for the glory of Vagamor, and we die for the glory of Vagamor!" A stream of energy coursed through my body. The men listened without a word, standing at attention. "Let us show those beasts that we're not afraid of them! Let us go down to battle with the spirit of a warrior!" I unsheathed my sword and raised it to the dark starry sky. "For Vagamor!"

He urged me to take deep breaths in severally, and I did until I was calm enough. "Always remember this. True warriors are not defined by how they fight but by what they are fighting for. You are fighting for a good course and should always bear that in mind. Your father did a lot of wrong with the powers bestowed on him. It would be best if you right those wrongs with your powers. When you feel like giving up, remember what you are fighting for." Tears were streaming down my eyes, but I kept staring at the mountains, where he wanted me to look. He held my arms tightly.

she exaggerated the MAN part most likely in reference to the fact that I’m a woman training to be a warrior as if it were a manly thing to do, even though tons of women in every pack trained as warriors. I stopped and turned around and casually walked toward her "Are you taking the piss Zara out of every woman warrior that’s out there? hmm?" She just stood there with her nose scrunched up as if looking down her nose at me… So, I decided to test her arrogance "If you think Women warriors are men then how about I grab a few of them and you can insult them to their faces". I got closer so my face was only a few inches away from hers. "Don't you DARE go thinking your better than a woman warrior

I gather my warriors once more, sharing with them the words of the ancient wolf and the strength it has instilled in me. “We fight not just for ourselves, but for all those who came before us and all those who will come after,” I proclaim, my voice ringing out with conviction. “My brothers are preparing their kingdoms as we speak, and we all will become one to protect those in need.” The warriors let out a unified howl, their loyalty and determination shining brightly in their eyes. With the wisdom of the ancient wolf guiding us, we set out to train with a fierce sense of purpose, knowing that our unity and strength will be our greatest weapons in the battles ahead.

They all turned to him waiting to continue. "Oh, I was just saying. We are preparing, training hard without knowing if we will win this battle." he voiced out. "That's why we are training, idiot. At least we can put some fight. Also, I'd rather die fighting than just wait to do nothing to help my kind." The others agreed to the other warrior. "Why? Getting cold balls?" Vance asked smirking. It made the others chuckled. "N-no sir" the warrior stuttered. "Good. Because your race doesn't need cowards at times like this." Vance said seriously. The warrior apologized. Vance tapped his shoulder.

They trudge towards me, their eyes weary but their spirits high. As they gather around me, I can feel their loyalty and their bond of brotherhood. It's a palpable thing, a sense of camaraderie that only warriors who have fought together can understand. "Warriors," I say, my voice low and sincere. "We have fought bravely and fiercely, and we have emerged victorious. We have defended our Pack and our honor, and we have done our ancestors proud." There is a murmuring of agreement from my men, and I raise my hand to quiet them.

She had moments of courage, but she felt like they were only moments. “A warrior is defined by moments,” Aiden said. “A single moment can make you a warrior. A warrior is also defined by decisions. By courage. But a warrior, otherwise, is normal. A warrior cannot be a warrior every moment of the day. But, a warrior’s spirit is always there.” Caitlin thought about that. She felt flattered by the term, and the more she pondered it, the more she liked the label, the identity. But she also felt it came with a responsibility.

It’s never happened like that before. ‘It’s because our wolf mate is extremely special,’ Titan purred with pride. ‘There are two different kinds of wolf spirits. Typical ones like me and warrior wolves. They are exactly what the name implies – special warriors of the Goddess’ creation. They are only given to humans who need protection and have a very important purpose. Reika doesn’t know specifics except that it involves Violet’s Fae family and the hunters. So, she awakened being able to fully fight. She’s so fucking brutal, and I love it!’

I asked, already knowing the answer. “No,” she said. “With those who understand that war is not just fought with claws but with vision.” She looked at me then. And I knew I would follow her, again and again. Even into fire. 4: A Warrior’s Farewell The next morning, we held a pyre for the fallen. It was tradition not just among Lycans, but among all those who bled under the Spiral’s sky. Warriors were never buried beneath earth here. They were given back to the fire, so their spirits might rise with the smoke and return to the wind.