The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

Finally, I stopped. “You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.” A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.

She felt drawn to him, and as she took two steps forward with her hand reaching out to him, the tall mysterious warrior was tackled to the ground by the Beta. A battle cry was torn from the warrior's full lips as he picked Beta Daniel up like he was light as a feather, which she knew not to be true because he was built like a goddamn tank; all the werewolves were. The Betas' nails extended into claws and he used them to slash the warrior across the face and arms. Blood seeped from the warrior's wounds, but it did not falter his movements as he crushed the Betas body against the same wall he had Mira pressed upon.

I always did my best to avoid them but it was simply impossible. "Hey, you, what is it that you're holding?" One of them quickly approached me as soon as he sighted me from the gate. He dashed towards me, three other warriors with him, and grabbed the tiny book from my hand. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought they were going all out for one mighty man who had defied death in several battles. I didn't want to believe that they spent all that energy on a wimp like me. "Have you read this book?" He flipped through the pages and glared furiously at me.

It was a war inside him. My scar seared, white-hot, the bond pulsing so violently I had to clutch the bars of the window to stay upright. My wolf whimpered, desperate, torn between terror and an aching pull toward him. I wanted to look away. I couldn’t. The warriors circled closer again, this time with spears. They looked terrified. Not of losing Cain—but of what he might do to them if he slipped further. One made the mistake of stepping too close. Cain moved faster than my eyes could track. One moment the warrior was upright, the next he was flying across the courtyard, his body slamming into stone with a sickening crack. He didn’t rise again.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

I deliberately let one huge book slip from the pile and the female dragon warrior was quick to spring from her seat and bend down to help me pick up the book. I gave her my best flirty grin, making her cheeks taint to a flush pink. Looked like I still had some game left, but did not take the book from her hand. Instead, I swiftly threw the books at all the surrounding warriors before grabbing the girl's knife from her back and bringing it to my neck. It did not take long for all of them to show me their true colours. I laughed a humorless laugh as I watched them duck the books and make a run for me so that I did not harm myself.

But the moment he passed through the hallway the warriors stared at him. One even stopped mid-step and sniffed the air, blinking like he'd lost track of where he was. Jace just kept walking and doing his chores. But things got worse. One young warrior, he was broad-shouldered and high-ranked; he stepped into Jace path and blocked him completely. “Where are you off to, little servant?” he asked with a smile that didn’t look kind. “I have work to do, sir,” Jace muttered, head bowed. The warrior leaned in, sniffing once. Then again, then smiled wider. “I know that scent,” he said, leaning in, nose almost grazing Jace’s neck. “That’s not the smell of someone working.”

In a speed of light, Jonathan rushed over to the warrior and stabbed him by the sides and his knees. The pack warrior groaned, trying to reach for his dagger which was a few meters away, but Jonathan kicked it further. He took a few steps backwards, and tucked his knife in his pants, “Do you surrender?” he asked, staring at the warrior lying in the pool of his own blood. The warrior groaned, struggling to stand to his feets, “Never!” he spat a mouth full of blood, swapping his whip again. Jonathan dodged with ease, delivering blows to his guts whenever he lost his focus. The warrior was losing a lot of blood, but to save face, he continued to fight until he couldn't handle it anymore.