The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

Mercilessly, with the sword in his left hand he slashed at the blonde's head and with the sword in his right hand he slashed at the bald man's head. The two of them died instantly on the spot. Riley shook even more in fear but Brockley immediately hugged her back. “I told you, I will definitely win against them. Those two heads were the start of my big dream. There will still be many more heads that I have to remove from their bodies. Riley, aren't you the teacher who taught me how to be a warlord?”

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

Turns out my wolf is attached to him because he is my mate, a secret we had to keep between us because it was forbidden, and his father would have my head. After many years have passed, we survived a lot together, vampires and werewolves were at war with each other and the humans joined it, the lab I once worked for rebranded themselves as W. I. K. D, killing us and calling it the cleansing. It was a massacre that day, but it was also the perfect diversion to allow us to escape, yes us... I told them about my plan, and they knew... The whole time, "I don't know if it's a good idea," Al complained, "I mean the human world is at war right now, this is our haven right now,"

"Yep. Looks like someone with a cut on brother." "Ain't ours either." I say noticing the differences in our cuts. The nightmare Warriors cut has the death symbol holding his usual scythe in one hand and in the other a shield with the symbol for grace. It's the same symbol my father swore in front of, I would know it anywhere, and that ain't it. "Yeah, I don't think so either. Shit, what does this mean?" I ignore his question and grab my phone out of my pocket heading for the other side of the main office we are currently using. Austin answers on the second ring.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.