The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

Her dagger found the wolf’s heart before she realized she had struck. The warrior beside her froze mid-swing, staring at her. “You—what are you?” Nova stared back, horror clawing at her. “I don’t—” But there was no time. Another wave hit the line, and the warrior turned away, leaving her trembling in the blood-soaked snow. Lyra caught sight of her then. For the first time since Nova had known her, the Beta’s face betrayed shock. Her lips parted as though to speak, but she snapped her mouth shut and slashed down another rogue instead.

This warrior has now been possessed. “Indie.” Iris cursed under her breath. “A warrior whom you say fights like a child.” She drew her words as she spoke through the warrior. “Is only a match for me?” she chuckled. “You belittle me Iris, and you will pay dearly for your insult!” The warrior charged at her, but due to the fact that his bother had been possessed by Indie, he moved nearly three times as fast and approached Iris in a blur, giving her no time to come up with a counter attack nor a defence. The sword went into her thigh and Iris let out a painful yell, she grabbed the blade with her hand to stop the warrior from trying to sink it deeper into her body.

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

They are even said to be as cold as their climate with respect to the way they treated others outside of their clan. The reason he chose alignment with their pack and accepted their ‘most formidable’ warrior to be his new commander in chief is because of how the change in climate had made them better warriors. This also concerned him a bit. What if their plan all along was to infiltrate their army, discover their weak point, use Cole as their inside enemy and attack from within?

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:

"There's no us, Seven! You are fucking attractive and I can't help being around you. I'm not that fantasy type of girl. So please...let me be. Like I said, I like you but that's not enough reason to leave this Pack and let some bitch take over, I'll kill her even before she steps her feet inside. I don't know how you got connected to the Pack in Red stone, but I'm glad it's you. I'm glad you will be the one to rule and keep the people safe. I'm here to sta, Seven." "Even when you don't like him? You fucking detest him but you're just here because you're told to do so or because you feel you won't get weak by getting into dangerous missions this pack puts you in." He asked and I got pissed. "

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

Thankfully, bodies had been removed, as the warriors that were with us from the Midnight Forest Pack, now all bandaged up, told us there had been a fair few of Crimson Night Pack Warriors on the floor, bloodied and injured, some even dead. I don’t even want to think about that. That is one element to my family being warriors I hate. The fact that a big part of that is the fighting, and the killing it can involve. And the way they seem to be so free in forgetting about it, and letting it go like it is literally nothing. Like it is part of their day job, which I guess it is really. But it just doesn’t sit right with me and puts me on edge. Yet most of the men in my family are warriors; my Dad,

"What do you expect? I'm betrothed to the hottest guy in all of Northern Bloodlands!" Cairh was literally every girl's dream. His body was carved and chiseled from spending hours gyming and training and he had that boyish celebrity looks that made females swoon. Lately, he started growing his hair out, he was starting to look grown and so manly... I shamelessly stare out my window at him for hours... just watching him train in the yard with the other wolves. My heart beat faster just thinking of him and I can't stop a stupid smile from taking over my face.

Warriors moved through the village, grabbing, restraining, controlling. Villagers were dragged together—men, women, elders, children—all forced into a single space, bound and guarded. Some were confused, others begging and crying… One of the warriors stepped toward the Prince. “What about the rest?” The prince didn’t look at him. “Leave them.” A pause. Then— “So they can tell the story.” The warrior nodded and walked off. When it was over— The silence returned, the air heavy now. Bodies lay scattered across the outer grounds.