The Warriors Series Novels & Stories

Arthur asked. I frowned. “No. Why would you think that?” Oliver stepped forward, clearing his throat. “I think what the men are trying to say is that it’s… unusual for warriors to be in the same workspace as craftsmen.” “I don’t see why it would be any different from working as part of the security detail for Mr. Lin,” I pointed out. “You’re just helping someone else.” “No offense,” Crenshaw said, “But we’re warriors. We aren’t meant to do things like… making bracelets.”

"Because it looks like giant tic-tac-toe with weapons." "That's basically what it is," Reagan laughed, leaning against the rail beside her. "It’s officially called the Scholar's Cleave, but everyone just calls it the Four-in-a-Row. It’s a crowd favorite because it’s the one event that proves whether a warrior actually has a brain, or if they're just walking muscle." Down on the field, two opposing warriors stepped up to the throwing line, heavy, double-bladed axes resting casually against their shoulders. An arbiter stood between them holding a thick leather-bound book.

Dad rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting." A slow smile spread across his face. "With your father coming here, maybe he can help Darius develop some new strategies." Elena nodded. "That could work." She leaned back against me comfortably. "Our pack doesn't just have one warrior division. We have Warrior Group A, Warrior Group B, and Warrior Group C." Dad immediately looked interested. "Explain." "Group C is our beginner level. Group B is intermediate. Group A..." she smiled proudly, "...those warriors are terrifying."

“Did you break your hand?” “No. Just bruised it.” Nox was looking at it. “Come on, Ms. Warrior.” Smiling at her, she rolled her eyes but fell into step with me. “My whole left side hurts.” “I imagine so.” I nodded. “I forced you to use it.” “Did you see Phillip and Vincent were watching?”

They were Death Warriors. Death Warriors, Suicide Warriors, Sacrificial Fighters, etc. There were many names for them. But they all meant one thing – someone whose life is worth nothing to their master. Death Warriors were warriors raised up and groomed all for the purpose of giving their lives for the ‘greater good’. They were meant to slow people down, and weaken stronger foes so that others can garner all the praise that came with conquering their enemies. That was what these profound wielders were doing. They didn’t fear death. They didn’t care about their lives at all. All they wanted to do was to inflict some sort of damage before dying so that Mane and Abe would be weakened sufficient

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

All the warriors seem to push the females off and out of the way as they all get to their feet and surround Zachariah. Zachariah smiles and lets out a low whistle. The warriors that were waiting outside the door come walking in and the small room seems even smaller. The warriors all look at each other before one takes a slow step forward, bowing his head. The others soon follow suit. These warriors actually have a brain in their heads, knowing when to fight and when to surrender. Three of Zachariah warriors move to the front, standing just behind Zachariah. They have special gloves on their hands as they hold silver cuffs. The 9 warriors all whimper but don't resist as the three warriors ste

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Ryan came back in thirty minutes and accepted his promotion. We called Ben and he came over to go over rules and how training would go. Warriors are trained military style and went three months not seeing family or mates. Ryan would be in their training camp for three months and go through a very rigorous training and combat training course. He would come back bigger and most likely more aggressive but warriors are to be meaner than most werewolves. He was told he had two weeks to pack before he was shipping out. After Sarah's eighteenth birthday he would be leaving for training.