The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

He leaned over me, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, his face a hair from my own, “can you tell me honestly that you need those 2 years, will it make you any better of a warrior to know how to wait tables, or to work as a body guard to some starlet?” His eyes were full blown obsidian as he stared into my eyes, his scent swirling around me. All I wanted to do at this second was kiss him, not only because he was my mate, not only because he was driving me into a sexual frenzy with how sexy his ass is right now, but because he was right. I don’t need to learn how to wait tables, or do I need to work as anyone’s bodyguard to be the best warrior I can be. A smil

he started, “You have to learn to face your problems. Running away from your problems isn't a permanent solution. It's only temporary. But facing your problems is a permanent solution. You have to be a warrior, okay?” I nodded with a pout. His words didn't make sense, yet they did. I didn't know why. “I want to be a warrior…” I muttered in a daze like a child. “Very good. Do you know what a warrior does?” he asked, trying to ignite curiosity in me. “Sacrifices their lives for other people?” He chortled and shook his head. “No, silly. They fight back.” I glanced at him quizzically as a question appeared in my mind.

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

“That just says you don't know hand to hand com-bat.” Hunter said with a smirk when he ran to meet the warrior that was coming his way. When he got close to the warrior he ran up the side of the wall, leaped into the air, flipped over the man’s head wrapped his arms around the man's neck, as he landed on the floor, breaking the man’s neck with sickening cracking sound once his feet hit the floor. The warrior dropped to his knees and Hunter kicked him over like he was trash. He faced the other men who had stopped when they saw what Hunter did to their warrior brother. Realizing that the two men in front of them weren't like the wolves they fought who couldn't harm them, understanding this was

At least right now, death did not seem so bad. ‘Well, well, well, What do we have right here?’ The Warrior says taking a step forward, standing in front of me. When my eyes Set on him, the feeling is not unfamiliar. I had seen him somewhere. Yet I could very well say that I have not had a personal encounter with him. He was nothing more than just one of the other Warriors. All the other ones were hell-bent on making my life a living hell. Was there not a day that my life would be better? The way his rough manly hands scrape over my exposed shoulders Makes me flinch with discomfort. A crooked smile forms on his lips as he flashes at me. The way he acts like I was certainly going to be in acce

He looks like he has the upper hand until one of the warriors jumps on his back, and the other begins to snap at his neck. I instinctively protect my mate, throwing my sword to the ground and reaching for the Glock on my thigh. I aim for the one on his back. I exhale as I pull the trigger, and the bullet flies through the air and hits the warrior in his temple. The warrior falls lifelessly to the ground. The other warrior looks in my direction and lets out a fearsome growl. I cock my head to the side with a smile as the warrior runs in my direction. There is a wild look in the warrior’s eyes as he charges toward me.

“I… I ran…” Grace clutched my hand. “Tell us what happened.” The warrior shut his eyes for a moment, face pinching with anguish before he smoothed it over and composed himself. Looking between us, he whispered, “There were too many… They had so many horrible weapons… I’m a coward.” “Just tell us!” I spat out, perhaps more harshly than I intended. The crowd around us was silent, waiting. We all knew that sort of answer the warrior was holding onto.

•Welcome! This story is going to be dark. There is going to be a lot of violence, abuse and swearing. This is going to contain explicit scenes of physical violence, dignity demolition and drug use. It is a dark romance! '''''\ Don't read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above mentioned topics . . . ''''On a lighter note:'''' This is going to be a beautiful tale of teens' love, friendship and enmity as well. Family drama, you name it.

But he soon got over it and looked at Adharva. "We are at war, no matter what. This way, I can learn from the best," said Adharva had to admit that the warrior is the finest he has ever seen. He watched as the man swished the sword beautifully like he was dancing. --------- The war stopped at night. Adharva is yet to meet Mithraos. But his warrior Eloy , he left a mark. Adharva turned to see the Malvan warrior Head. Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers.

I wasn't fortunate enough to have Gwen with me this time, though. I had searched the house for anything that remotely piqued my interest that wouldn't get me in trouble. The only thing I settled on was taking a book from the dusty shelf downstairs. I'm almost certain he has it there just for appearances. The books still smelled fresh and had no weathering. I didn't recognize any of the titles, considering they were all human books I hadn't seen before. I settled on one about a warrior and his lover, fighting through the brick of war together.