The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

They had gotten many than the last time I was here, and their attack harsh but it wasn't something I wasn't prepared for. Yes at firsts they felt confident to face and win me, but when they saw how quickly their comrades die, they became confused and their confusion led me to much greater victory. Soon, more than thirty dead rogue wolf laid before me and I was bloody, not because I was injured but because I was covered with their. I was able to sneak back in, pulling my clothes and getting rid of it. Once I had gotten rid of it, I went to the bathroom, only then did Roman returned, looking all exhausted.

“A warrior is not judged by whether they are male or female. We judge warriors by their discipline, their ability, their courage, and their performance in battle.” His gaze swept across. “If you look at another warrior and see only their gender, you have already underestimated them.” He pointed toward the warriors who had just fought me. “Those five warriors were defeated today. Not because they were weak, but because their opponent was stronger and more skilled.” He paused. “Remember this: the battlefield does not care whether you are a man or a woman. Your enemy will not hesitate because you are female. They will not lower their weapon because you are smaller. And they certainly will not s

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

Then the pack was with me, and the narrow space became a slaughter. "Kai, left!" Rylan's voice cut through the noise. I pivoted, bringing my sword up just in time to block a downward strike from a massive warrior in half-fastened armor. The impact jarred my arms, but I was fine, shoving him back a step. "You're dead," he snarled, teeth bared. "Not yet." I drove forward, my blade sliding along his, forcing him off balance. A second wolf—Fen, moving like smoke—appeared at his side and opened his thigh, the warrior's leg buckled. I finished him with a thrust to the chest.

My tongue felt heavy while the taste of that copper-honey blood coated the back of my throat, ensuring I didn't feel like the girl who had been crying in the silk sheets an hour ago. The warrior across from me stopped laughing. He was a Gamma, his frame thick with the kind of muscle that only comes from decades of guarding the border, and as he shifted his weight to grind his boots into the sand, he looked at me and then at the sword Duke had handed me before I walked out here. "Let me be direct with you, human," the warrior said, tightening his grip on his own blade until the leather wrap creaked under his palm. "I will be soft on you, because I don't want to damage the skin before the Alph

He collapsed with a wet gurgle, his eyes wide with a shock that would forever be frozen on his face. They underestimated me. They saw an old man, a cripple, a relic from a bygone era. They saw the missing arm and the grey in my hair and thought I was easy prey. They were wrong. I was a living relic of war, a creature forged in the crucible of a hundred battles, a Spartan of the old school, and I had been killing men like these since before they were born. A House Ares warrior, a young man with a face full of arrogant confidence, charged me, his sword a clumsy, overeager slash. I didn't even bother to parry. I sidestepped, my movements fluid and economical, and let his momentum carry him past