The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

The warriors entered the building— I also made a move. Quicker than I've ever been. There wasn't even time for the first warrior to yell. I twisted—SNAP—and seized his throat. His body fell apart. The fear in the second warrior's eyes grew. "W-what the devil—" With my claws slicing, I lunged. The stone walls were splattered with blood. Calmly, I stepped over their bodies. Unfazed. Nyla was no longer alive. What about the new one?

His muscles tensed and his body coiling with anticipation, he struck. "Arrgh.... we should re..." the warrior paused, screaming and wincing in pain. I saw as the blood from the warrior gleamed in the setting sun from the other warrior's claws. With another sudden and vicious wipe, the enemy warrior lashed again, more like taking total vengeance on the single warrior. His claws struck his target with sudden precision, ranking across his flesh and tearing it off. It was a terrible sight to behold. I had to act fast and I knew it. I knew for certain that I had to break in, to shatter the silence and weakness that had enveloped the warriors, for the tension was palpable, a living thing, breathin

Its thick fur was comprised of flame, as were its coal-colored eyes and foaming muzzle. I unleashed it on the warriors, hearing the shouts and screams as pale armor became coated in blood, and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Having my concentration divided between the wolf and the warriors currently advancing on me was difficult. There were just too many, too many pale eyed warriors with gleaming swords, whispering promises of never returning home. I sent one careening to the side with a blast of flame from my open palm, and another sinking into the earth as vines crawled up his legs, wrapping around his throat.

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Ronan continued. “It’s when the other person resists.” The warrior looked like he wanted to argue. But he didn’t. Because this— This was part of being a warrior. Even if he hated it. I closed my eyes again. Reached for the thread again. But this time— It was different. Tighter. Guarded. He was pushing back. Hard. “Stay out,” his thoughts sharpened. “Stay out—” The resistance hit me like a wall. And instinctively— I pushed.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Her proposal was the key for her to be respected. The close combat began in a circle of troops to challenge each other. One female soldier confidently threw down the gauntlet against Keisha. Keisha did nothing but grin in excitement of having another shot of bone breaking session. She gave that sadistic stare, entering each of their brains to bawl the nightmares out of them. Feeling the rush in her veins, her restlessness was replaced by the energy brought by the caffeine overload— her vision was already feasting over the flesh of the ones ticking her off. “I see Geneva, you hastily picked another contender once again”, said Zhackary who was grinning as well, also feeling the excitement seei

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh