Romans & histoires Totem Warrior

he proudly said. He was a warrior serving Datu Humalik, the chieftain of their tribe. He was a human who possessed powers that a simple human shouldn't have. He did enormous training. They were trained to serve, protect, and kill enemies depending on the necessity of the situations. Side by side, he served together with Datu Humalik's son, Kidlat. This time, he will kill whoever threatened his woman and his child. "I want to be with him, Zach! Don't you understand? He is my mate! You wouldn't understand. 'Cause you don't have one."

Carena: The warrior stepped back into my view after showing me the sight of Sawyer. "There will be another opportunity. For now, we've decided it's best not to hire a chief," he said with a shrug, patting Theo's shoulder before exiting the property. Theo looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He hadn't even opened the letter yet. "Oh!" he finally exclaimed, lowering his head and sighing in defeat. I couldn't help but continue staring at Sawyer, whom the warrior bowed to before departing.

I can feel my tears forming and dropping. Please, don't take him away from me! Please! And I finally drift into painful unconsciousness! ****** *WILLIAM* “From my observation, it seems that the warriors will all be coming from the strongest Packs of different cardinal territories. Hera came from Aquatic of the South,Aurora from Greenspan of the west and Zoe from Mystic of the East. Now, the fourth warrior Iris will for sure come from the strongest Pack of the South, Bronchus.” Zack states in length.

All of the Dine were tall and powerfully built. “What brings you to our camp?” Poe said to the assembled company. It was the warrior of the pair that had approached from the east who replied. “Duty,” was his soft, melodious response. “We have no fire, but you are welcome to join us.” The Shaman shook his head, but it was the warrior who again spoke. “No, it would not be fitting and would be a breach of honor.” “We hope to have offered no slight to the honorable Dine.”

The Indian women looking at her hatefully, the other men hungrily, complimenting the warrior who'd captured her on his fine catch. Standing there, head high and shoulders back. Proud. Refusing to show them any shame or fear. And then, after displaying her to his tribe, her warrior … his name would be Red Eagle, perhaps … yes, Red Eagle would take her to his home, his teepee of hides painted with crimson and yellow and black. He'd lead her inside, where a bed of bearskins and buffalo pelts would be waiting.

Tobiah brought over a bowl of some liquid and splashed it before the statue. Othniel led the other warriors, including Hershel, to kneel before the strong man in the statue. They chanted in the Highland Tribe's language, clearly performing some kind of worship. Andrew and his group watched from the side without interfering. Knox stepped forward and also knelt and bowed. Then, he stood and said to Andrew, "This is our Highland Tribe's forbidden ground. The larger figure in the statue is Fenrir, the first werewolf progenitor. The other man is our ancestor, Arcturus the Unbroken."

“Ava is a descendant of many Shamans; Native American, Celtic, and Viking.” ‘Might as well find a way to get out of school earlier…’ He made his way to stand next to Ava and took her right hand to his left, giving her his strength. She turned to him with a smile on her face. While David walked towards her left and took her hand into his own, allowing his own strength with hers.

Paul added, obviously uncomfortable with the tears. I covered my whole face as I hunched over slightly, sobbing into them. A sign of an elite warrior, one that had been trained and passed their tests, was a tattoo. It spread from shoulder, across the back and to the other shoulder. Each one was slightly different, tailored to the warrior but within a pack, there was always a specific design. It meant the world to me that they would gift me this. “Skylar.” Someone took my hands and held them. Carl was on one knee in front of me. He was smiling as reached up and brushed tears from my cheek.

I sensed Victor come up behind me and wrap his hands around my waist. “Beta Victor..” Ryder and Jeremy bowed in greeting and Victor nodded. “Ryder, it’s good to see you up and about. I hear you’re almost back to where you were before….” Victor trailed as Ryder smiled and nodded. “Yes, sir! Almost as good as new! Thank you, Tori.” He looked at me again and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. Victor smiled at me. “A warrior’s vow is for life, Tori. Unbreakable. A broken vow means death for the warrior. Not to be taken lightly.” I smiled through the tears.

Their leader is Leomord whose zodiac sign is Aquarius as he is regarded as the strongest among all of them. Zodiac warriors march in unison and formed three rows. They remained standing until Prince Arthur arrived and they saluted him. He wore trousers, leggings, cloaks and tunic. The tunic, being the outermost garment, was decorated with embroidery and gold lacing. He has a long hair, bristly eyebrows, hawkish nose, defined cheekbones, titan masculine shoulder. His posture alone makes him even more handsome.