The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city. "Shit.. Why are they after me today anyway!" chyou Chen continued to run with great difficulty. When he was in the middle of a very spacious street. Dozens of other warriors who had been hiding in a mound of snow all this time, came out and cut Chyou Chen's path. "You won't be able to run anymore, you thief," shouted one of the warriors chasing him. With a relaxed face, Chyou Chen smiled sinisterly in front of the warriors who were blocking him. "You still need tens of years to catch me." exclaimed Chyou Chen.

“Because one day you will meet someone who needs you to be alive, and it won't be just to beat people up.” I didn’t respond. I glanced down at my hands. They were starting to shake, but not from fear. Not from the aftermath of terror. He crossed his arms. “I’ve seen men like you on the battlefields. Burned and broken with rage.” “I’m not angry,” I said. He raised a brow. “No? Then why’d you go in alone?” I sighed. “I just wanted the noise in my head to stop.” The warrior nodded slowly. “It’s normal. Pain makes us restless. But control is what makes a warrior.”

“They’re here for me. Don’t come out.” Gritting my teeth, I shoved the village chief into a pile of straw at the roadside. Then I turned to face the Aesir warrior who was closing in on me. He was in the frenzy of battle, visibly exhilarated. His eyes glowed with a vivid green light. His body was massive—muscles bulging in hard ridges even beneath his clothes. This was a slaughter warrior. As long as he didn’t get close, I would be safe. As long as he didn’t get close, I would be safe.

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

"And who is that?" "How can you be coldblooded?" "I'm always like this." "Lucky you." "I know. He will appear soon." "How soon?" "Realy soon." "We will wait." "Are you nutts?" "No, I just want to see him in action." "Your problem." II The warrior rode slowly through the dense, tall grass. The stallion was light on his feet. The warrior had a stern look. His armor was the same as Sasaki's. He stood there…

Jael asks. "You were all in the woods, and if you haven't noticed, rogues are attacking." Gemma glares. "We should be doing more," Tyler says. "Nonsense, that is what the warriors are trained for," Gemma states. "What do you think we were training for?" He looks at her. "You're not a warrior," Gemma adds. Jael gasps. Lia groans. That was the wrong answer. "No, I'm an alpha," he growls. "And alpha's don't run from a fight."

WARNING: This chapter contains extremely violent content not suitable for young readers. Jason smirked to himself as he slowly turned only to see a mere warrior threatening him and it felt like the greatest insult of all time. He stared at the warrior with hatred in his eyes, “I’d love to assume you didn’t know I was Jason Levine, the most feared beta but then, you just addressed me as commander which obviously means you do” he said as he held on to the knife with his hand, letting it pierce through him, causing blood to spill around and he let out a slight wince before hurriedly grabbing the knife and then sending a quick slice across the throat of the warrior.

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.

“He was calling you the mean, viscious, evil or....wicked warrior.” Uilleam choked on his ale and slammed his hand down on the table. “That is why the Frenchies would not go near you! They knew not the attachment of the nickname to rutting, so his missive labeled you as an evil warrior and they’re all so bloody Catholic!” His eyes widened and he looked at Eleanor. “Sorry, M’Lady. I mean no offense. I keep forgetting you are high-born and raised in an abbey.” “I think that is the best compliment a mercenary has ever given me,” Eleanor said with a smile. “Well, except one.”

Once a warrior, always a warrior—no matter the age. ‎ ‎I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Watching Damien was like watching fire, dangerous, untamed, but impossible not to be drawn to. His bare chest glistened with sweat as he dodged, attacked, and countered with a grace I envied. ‎ ‎I thought of how distant he sometimes seemed to me, yet when I saw him like this, I understood that this was who he was. A warrior. A prince. And even…My mate. ‎ ‎“You enjoy watching him, don’t you?”