The Warriors Yurick Novel Novels & Stories

That fucker using his rank against me. I wanted to stay with my team and he wasn’t going to let me. I want to make sure they are all ok, and he knows it. Rey bit down hard on the flank of the wolf in front of us, biting hard enough to break the flesh open, pulling hard to leave a gaping wound. Yeah, Rey was not happy…… These warriors were holding us back from what we needed to do. They were working for that psychopathic Alpha and, for all I knew, have the same evil and depraved views that he did.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

First, I would like to apologize for my absence keeping you waiting. I was working with some personal stuff and, frankly, felt like I was not up to my potential and to the story I wanted to tell. I will continue to update as much as I can. Thank you for staying with me and for giving me a chance. After this, we will begin the 2 parts of my story. Stay tuned for more. Update: The story continues with Ryker going back to his pack High Plains with Leno, leaving Nora and Dira behind. We get to see more of the pack members from High Plains while also trying to uncover Ryker's reasons to joining The Federation

My name is Isabella Clarke, I'm 17 years old and the daughter of the well known Victor Varges. My father is a powerfull Lord and one of the oldest Dragons alive. My twin Brothers James and Matthew are 29 years old pure blood dragons and first class Majors of fathers Unit. 10 years after their mother died my dad married my mom. With 14 years I decided to join the military .I took my mother's name because I didn't want to be recognised as my father's dautger and be threated differently I want to succeed on my own. I just finish the Training for the sergeant and am ready to join a unit. Life is hard , the war seems to never end. The Berserkers came 15 years ago and since then the World is on fi

“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.”

At least right now, death did not seem so bad. ‘Well, well, well, What do we have right here?’ The Warrior says taking a step forward, standing in front of me. When my eyes Set on him, the feeling is not unfamiliar. I had seen him somewhere. Yet I could very well say that I have not had a personal encounter with him. He was nothing more than just one of the other Warriors. All the other ones were hell-bent on making my life a living hell. Was there not a day that my life would be better? The way his rough manly hands scrape over my exposed shoulders Makes me flinch with discomfort. A crooked smile forms on his lips as he flashes at me. The way he acts like I was certainly going to be in acce

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Warriors moved through the village, grabbing, restraining, controlling. Villagers were dragged together—men, women, elders, children—all forced into a single space, bound and guarded. Some were confused, others begging and crying… One of the warriors stepped toward the Prince. “What about the rest?” The prince didn’t look at him. “Leave them.” A pause. Then— “So they can tell the story.” The warrior nodded and walked off. When it was over— The silence returned, the air heavy now. Bodies lay scattered across the outer grounds.