Valiant Warrior Novels & Stories

He moved gradually towards his warriors and rouges. "What has brought you here, rouges?" He emphatically in his alpha voice asked. "Your Highness, I'm Valde, head warrior of the royal family," one of the rouges walked up and bowed while saying. _____________________________________________________ well here it is it's a quick chapter for you guys Did you enjoy the chapter? vote, share, comment & follow and I'm sorry if it seems that I'm greedy Word Count: 1283

I scanned the battle playing out in front of me. "Dario," Valerian said while he checked the battlefield again. "These are not the regular weaklings he had in his alliance," he pointed at one of the dead invaders on the ground. "This man is an Ilyamdian, they are fierce fighters, almost comparable to us." "That is new, how come we didn't know this." I was still speaking when different runners came to report to Valerian about the fighting they were having. "Do you see that?" "See what?" Valerian asked just as the last runner left him.

"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?"

This warrior didn't have a beard, unlike the others I had read about or encountered during my training. "My name is Shawn," His voice boisterously echoed off the walls. He reeked of confidence, and that didn't sit well with me. "I've come from a far land in search of the Valkyrie, so that my people can have her," he smiled devilishly. "And destroy her spirit, so she can never attain her mantle."

I quickly spun around, bringing my sword down with all my strength toward his golden helmet. *CLANG!* The metallic sound reverberated as he blocked the strike with his blade, sparks flying between us. "I’ve heard you’re one of the best warriors, making many Alphas submit to you, conquering entire packs. They say you’re so cruel that you don’t even spare orphans and widows, taking women to make them your sexual slaves. I admit I’ve been looking forward to this fight!" Valentim snarled, pushing my blade away and countering with a brutal kick to my torso.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night. They joined the garrison at dusk—two hundred Valrosian soldiers in black and crimson, silent and disciplined. Raven rode behind Victoria on the same black stallion, arms around the vampire princess’s waist, the new book and her father’s tome secure in her satchel. The battlefield waited on the eastern frontier: a scorched valley where demonkin warbands had pushed through the border wards. The air stank of sulfur and burning flesh before the first horn sounded. The fight came fast and brutal.

With a single flick of her wrist, it cuts through the darkness, the air, like bullets - allowing nothing to stand within visual distance of Valerie. Though Fenrir grew livid with the audacity of these mongrels, Jaxson can't transform and leave Valerie vulnerable – not even for a second. But it doesn't matter. Jaxson didn't need to expel his energy in a futile shift, not when he has suffering to inflict of his own. As the battles wages, the Harpies lead warrior strikes a landing right before him, "she will die, before Eldora's suns awaken from their slumber," the Harpy promises, her blue eyes piercing into Valerie.

"I was wondering if any of you knows where Mathew is?" The young pups stare at her for a moment, and she thinks they might feel uncomfortable at her presence. Then one of them asks grimly, "Mathew the Omega or Mathew the Warrior? Which one are you looking for, Miss?" "Oh," Emily blinks, confused. Drat, there just had to be two Matthews. How on earth is she going to know if he is Omega or Warrior, whatever that even means? Maybe they called him Warrior because of his physique, because in all honesty, he is built like one.

They would adhere to my commands. Bowing several of the young warriors back away as many of the other warriors loyal to Celeste moved forward starring me down and looking at her. There were only a handful but they were large. I could easily take each one of them but to not cause them harm would be difficult as my beast and I were designed to kill.