The Warrior Novel Novels & Stories

I'm not happy. My Grandmother Veda writes in a tiny, shaking scrawl, making it even more impossible to decipher. Each word must be translated, and I've only made it about a quarter way through the third chapter. The beginning of her story recounts the downfall of the home planet. Her text has more graphic detail than the male history. I guess the men thought if they glossed over violence, it would make them appear, what? Better? Gentler? The male Warriors were a vicious species who destroyed everything in their path. They fought among themselves and killed each other without remorse. I knew this about them, but reading it from a woman's viewpoint is different. My grandmother's description ha

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.

“What?” “My backstory.” Oh. That. I hesitated. “Only if you want to tell me.” She didn’t. Instead, she said, “Your warriors are soft.” “Excuse me?” “Emotionally. They fight like people who haven’t decided if they’re allowed to win.” I frowned. “That’s not softness. That’s trauma.” “Same difference in a war.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just matter-of-fact. Like someone who’d already watched this play out in a dozen other packs, and she was just skipping to the end where things got bloody.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

“Let’s go!” Jade was careful not to step on the small pool of blood surrounding the corpse on the floor. She averted her eyes, still shocked. That was the first time she had seen someone kill in cold blood. It wasn’t a pretty sight. “Faster!” Mei hissed. Moving faster, Jade followed Mei out of the cell and into an empty hallway. As they reached the end of the hallway, Mei raised her hand in a stopping motion. Jade noticed that Mei’s fingernails seemed longer than she remembered—in fact, they didn’t look like a normal human’s fingernails. Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat.

Where have I heard that name from? It suddenly clicked to me. There is the story of a brave and young warrior and werewolf that was told in our Luna school. The first female celebrated war hero in the Moon Pack kingdom. She led the war against the Snow Pack and helped secure a victory against our rival pack. Her and the new Alpha King Zemo who was still a young prince at that time were the leaders of the army and they lead it to victory. This was the victory that sealed the King's throne as the new Alpha King. History was not so clear as to what happened to the brave and courageous Althea. It seemed that she was killed in battle or banished, but it never really occured to us to ask what happ

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

Yagami then said, "your first war was a success, you are now a free woman and no longer bound by the chains of the dungeon, word would spread." Alex then came closer and asked, "what would you want your warrior and adventure name to be, say it now and let your name spread!" Almost all great warriors had their warrior name, it was usually given after the first war and become more established as the warrior keeps on fighting. We had the likes of, 'Darius the demon, Yagami the Light, and Gord the butcher! Lycan Flare and so on. I looked up and said, "I shall be known as Angelina: Angel of light," the whole crowd shouted, 'Angel of light!" That was my new title, while some called me flaring Ange

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.