Ty Lee Kyoshi Warrior Novels & Stories

He sighed, it was Iris, of course she would want to put him down. “I do hope your would not mind loosing a warrior, Syrana.” she looked right at Kye even though she was speaking to Syrana and she smirked at the cut on his cheek, she had intended only to prick him. “Because I do not mind at all.” Kye stepped back and allowed the Khione warrior to take over, he attacked Iris like he was the one she had insulted, he liked that and he glanced over to Syrana like he was trying to tell her this man defending him was a better Khione than she was right now.

She seemed to weigh absolutely nothing as I held her against my chest, my arms wrapping around her tiny body. She gasped again when we looked back to the warriors. Laian had Keeley on his knees now, his arm locked around his neck with the knife pointed directly at his throat. My head warrior was still struggling against his grip but there was no way he would be able to win at this point.

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

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Kyo has a height of 5'4, and is heavily built, he wears a white priest robe which has a hoodie that conceals his hair and has a pair of jade eyes. “ Step away from the devil” Kyo articulated, His hand beaming with metaphysical Essence, using the first Hieroglyph, the root Hieroglyph which allowed him mastery over the elements, all five of them. The light forged a thunderbolt that was twelve meters in length and twenty three meters in diameter. The wind gathered around the thunderbolt that was focused on the beam before him, without awaiting an answer Kyo threw the bolt at the duo, while another took its place

“How dare you touch me, you little b*tch?! I’ll f*cking kill you!” exclaimed Trey Bierstadt coldly. Then, he pulled out his machete before Harvey York held him back. After feeling Silas John’s and the others’ looks of admiration, Ms. Kaylee Lowe felt utterly prideful. She pointed at the people in front of her with her nose with a cold smile. “Kneel already!” “Look closely, Harvey! This is Ms. Kaylee Lowe from the sacred martial arts training ground, Heaven’s Gate!

Kyra said and even batted her eye lashes for emphasis. Kaiser is outright laughing now. And so did the warriors. That made Sharon furious. "Amara is not a weak Lycan, unlike you. Kaiser is holding back just now. Spar with Amara. She will show you what real training looks like" Sharon challenged Kyra. Kyra glanced at Kaiser and nodded at her restrained hands. He let go, rather reluctantly. "You sure?" he inquired, sounding hesitant. "You just saw how I fight. What do you think?" she replied.

I leaned forward, leaving a soft kiss on his temple. Vogar and his men appeared from the shadows. They surround the car. Vogar opened the door of the driver seat. “Nice job, Freya. Let’s return home.” “Go with, Leo. I will join you later. First, there is something that I want to sort out. I need three of your men.” That bitch, Lyrik, was my next target. She was waiting for me. I need to be back at the packhouse before she leaves. “As you wish, Luna.” Vogar signaled three of his men. They joined my car. “Drag the bastard out,” he ordered the two behind him.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.