The Warrior's Path Novels & Stories

"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?"

The warriors staggered back momentarily, fear flickering in their eyes, but soon they formed a barrier, blocking my path. "So, it must be a fight then. I welcome the challenge," I declared, stepping onto my crossed swords and drawing them from their sheaths. The warriors advanced, seeking to restrain me, but with a swift kick to their stomachs, I sent them staggering backward. Other warriors joined the fight, attempting to block my movement, and in a matter of seconds, chaos followed. Swinging my swords with precision, I severed heads from their bodies, crimson blood spattering upon me, though I paid it no mind.

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

Casting powerful special techniques and secret skills came with a heavy price. Some warriors were already being overwhelmed by swarms of creatures and did not even have the luxury of consuming healing pills. They simply could not afford the time. One moment of pause would be enough for those hungry-looking creatures to tear them into pieces. “We have to force a single path through!” one warrior shouted desperately. “We can’t kill them all!” “Everybody maintain a straight formation!” the muscular warrior who had assumed leadership of the alliance commanded loudly. “Forge a single path forward!” The warriors immediately complied.

I looked around at the faces of the warriors all around me, and I was glad again that the general sense of submission could still be traced in their faces, but they just stood still, fear already having gripped them. "He's right warriors. The original path linking our side of the pack and that of mysticshadow pack had been blockaded, and we'd only die a more shameful death if we attempt to go through that lane. Our very enemies would make a feast of us, leading to our eventual death." The chief warrior paused, taking a very quick glance at my direction and back at the warriors. "So I say we move through the water!! Who's with me?!" I enjoyed the moment briefly as the young warriors paid on a

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

He urged me to take deep breaths in severally, and I did until I was calm enough. "Always remember this. True warriors are not defined by how they fight but by what they are fighting for. You are fighting for a good course and should always bear that in mind. Your father did a lot of wrong with the powers bestowed on him. It would be best if you right those wrongs with your powers. When you feel like giving up, remember what you are fighting for." Tears were streaming down my eyes, but I kept staring at the mountains, where he wanted me to look. He held my arms tightly.

The warrior moved back. The passageway was now opened. He stepped in. The road divided into two directions. He stopped, thought for a moment and chose. The warrior went in the opposite direction. Behind a crystal wall, somebody was watching him. He turned, hoping to see someone. Everything around was dead as a doornail. The warrior continued. The wall opened.

His silver hair revealed his was likely older than Alexander but was definitely not as old as Proximo and the other two elders that I had not been introduced to yet. "I am Dimitrios Ariti. I am your Elder of War. I will help you navigate and strategize your battles." He bowed as Alexander did. I gave him and answering bow as I had Alexander. The other two men stepped up as one. They looked nothing alike or else I would have felt as though their synchronized movements indicated something familial. They were both seemingly the same age as Proximo. The man closest to Alexander smiled and introduced himself. "I am so thrilled that you have finally come Your Majesty. I am Christos Galatos. Elder

Just a glance into their eyes, I can see the pride and admiration in them. My wolf's presence commands respect, her unwavering bravery serving as an inspiration to all who stand witness. In this moment, the warriors have realized the true strength that lays within me. A strength born from a deep well of pain, channeled into a relentless pursuit of justice. Today, I am seeking retribution. Not just for myself but everyone who has been hurt by Connor and his depraved backer, Vornt.