Novel & Cerita Valiant Warrior

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

For the few of those who had fought with him, they had great testimonies to give of his mightiness. Valen only smirked. “Bring someone ready,” he said, pulling off his outer layer and stepping onto the dirt floor. The man stepped back and motioned to another warrior with broad shoulders, a proud stance, and good balance. Valen faced him and Alpha Draegon stepped aside confidently to watch his child, and then the sparring began. Valen moved like the wind, quick, quiet, and sharp. His strikes weren’t just strong, they were smart. He dodged without wasting a breath, twisted with ease, and swept his opponent to the ground in a blink.

"Come out! Let's talk!" The tank hatch opened. Valerius climbed down. He walked toward Jack, his white cape flowing. He stopped ten meters away. "You have courage, Miller," Valerius said. "I'll give you that." "I have the Heart," Jack said. "And I have the girl." "And I have an army," Valerius gestured. "An army of pawns," Jack scoffed. "You and I both know they can't stop me. Not really." "Maybe not," Valerius smiled. "But they can kill everyone else. Your friends. Your... mother."

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Another Alpha from a smaller warrior pack stood up defensively, ready for whatever was about to happen. "She … " Graham laughed, but it was barely a laugh at all. Everything was starting to fade, his body responding to pain, his mind saying the only way out of this was to pass out. He fought to stay awake. "She what? I will fucking show you something funny. Fucking laugh. I will break your legs Graham." Agnar said his hands now in fist at his side. "She may have beat you to it. If not, It will match my compound fracture in my arm." Graham snickered back.

Alex pov. My warriors climbed the trees pulling down vampire spies and rogued wolves who growled with their yellowing teeth. Emi was at the house as we cleaned up our lands and dragged the prisons to the dungeons when an unexpected or rather expected visitor arrived. I gapped at Isaac who was all grown and stood tall with a quarter of his pack warriors on Ian's front lawn. They all wore their Assriyan clocks in pride with their muscles protruding and glistening in the setting sun which took nothing away from the female warriors that stood just as steady next in formation.

At her waist rested twin plasma broadswords, their scabbards glowing with a faint, pulse-like warmth that answered the beat of her solar core. Between them, standing proudly at the ship's brass railing, was Prince Valen. The six-year-old boy wore tailored black-and-gold leather armor that mirrored his father’s, complete with a tiny silver crest of the wolf and phoenix over his heart. His swirling starlight eyes danced with excitement as he watched schools of glowing, mana-infused flying fish leap out of the turquoise wake created by the flagship's magical engine.

VALOUR The smoke still lingered everywhere when I arrived on the scene. Flames licked at the rim of the old great palace walls, and the acrid smell of charred flesh curled in my nostrils. Ash fell like snow from a dying heaven. My boots clicked through wreckage as I made my way through shattered doors, the last sparks of my brother Bastien's ill-fated dream burning beneath my feet. He was a fool. A good one. But a fool nonetheless. I am Valour, Leviathan's elder. I do not declare. I do not bellow. I move forward.

I knew about that. "I am asking you, Valto!" He was Valto. Thorin's fiercest warrior. When Alectrona chose him, he immediately chose Valto to be his right hand. "Where is he?" My fury was near to explosion. I knew that I had no chance of surviving this brawny @sshole, but I would not end my life with a good fight.

Whatever they thought, she knew one thing for certain: there was no turning back now. An arrogant looking warrior, tall and weathered, yelled out from the crowd, “Yeah, but can she hit a moving target?” Some of the warriors around him laughed. Without hesitation, Jaiyana released the discus in his direction, severing the hair from the top of his head, smiling triumphantly as the discus returned to her. “Be confident, warrior, that if I had wanted to, I would have severed your head.” Her eyes were glowing brightly as she watched his stunned face, his hand feeling his newly shaved patch of scalp on his head.