Valiant Warrior Novels & Stories

Viktor POV So far my life has been 'Normal' as normal as it can be. I had a wonderful childhood, loving and caring parents, a bunch of amazing friends and one of the most respected title in my pack. I was head Warrior of Pearl moon pack. I always wanted to be a warrior, my dad was head Warrior too. I was trained by him at a very young age to fit in his shoes. What else can anyone ask for? But still, something was missing.

He was currently sparring with two massive wolfkin warriors simultaneously. Valen ducked under a heavy, sweeping strike from the first warrior. He spun perfectly on his heel, sweeping the legs of the second warrior before disarming the first with a brilliant, lightning-fast twist of his wooden blade. He laughed brightly, offering a hand to help the fallen wolf kin to his feet. There was no void in him. There was no terrible, world-ending magic sleeping in his veins. He was just a brilliant, fiercely capable young man who loved his pack. "He fights like you," Drax noted with a proud, gruff chuckle. "Too fast for his own good. But he hits like his father."

“Trespassing? This forest belongs to no one. And you… you are weak. I can smell it on you.” The people shifted uncomfortably. A younger warrior stepped forward, his voice sharp. “Watch your tongue. You are one, we are many.” Valen’s eyes flashed. “Then come.” The young warrior attacked first, claws out, teeth bared. But Valen was faster. He sidestepped, grabbed the warrior’s arm, and broke it with a snap. The man screamed, falling to the ground. Another warrior charged, but Valen slashed his throat open. Blood poured as the man collapsed. The others froze, their courage fading.

Rhychard tried to stop the elf from talking more, but the apprentice just rambled on without thinking about what he said. "This is a Warrior of the Way. He couldn't just stand by and allow some creatures of the Void to work their evil upon you." The elf leaned down and nudged the kid in the ribs. "Besides, Warriors are pretty hard to kill." Rhychard rolled his eyes as he slammed his fists onto his hips and turned his face to the sky. He was going to kill Famallumi and send him back to the Land Under in small boxes. Finally, Rhychard turned his focus back to the boy. Timmy squinted his eyes as he stared at the elf with a look of disbelief. "Yeah, he sounds crazy," Rhychard said. "He is crazy.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

She yelled back. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards myself. I was staying quiet because of you not anymore. Because you are not a fucking man you ain't worth it." * Selam guys! This is a teenager's story and this is somehow slow paced all of it will make sense after some more chapters :) have faith in me lol Happy reading

the elder says, raising his staff, "according to our sacred laws, any worthy male may still present himself as a challenger. If they believe they can better serve and impress the Blessed One, they may step forward and declare their intent." The field falls into a hushed silence. Then, one by one, three men raise their hands. What? The first two are young wolves from the town. They are tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly full of themselves. They step forward with confident smirks, already puffing out their chests. But it's the third man who makes my vision blur with pure, murderous rage. Valtor. He stands at the edge of the field, his silver hair gleaming under the sun, that familiar arrogant

The media drones hovered overhead, their silent lenses broadcasting every step to the waiting millions across the globe. Look at her, Alpha Marcus of the Southern Ridge muttered from the front row of the warrior gallery, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet front lines. He bowed his head deeply as Valerie passed. The woman who made our frontline immune to silver weaponry. She did not just save my vanguard, she gave us the keys to the entire continent. She is a packless stray who belongs in a human clinic, a sharp, aristocratic voice interrupted from the high elder benches.

He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all. Getting the message, Williams nodded his head and with the little smile still hanging on his face, asked "When will the meeting start?" "In thirty minutes, your highness." "Let's get going then." Williams said and walked out the door passed him. Mario smiled a smile of victory and immediately followed his boss as they walked down the hall way. Walking behind his master, all his senses were at alert, scrutinizing the whole passage to make sure Williams could thread safely on the royal blue rug beneath this foot. He was a guardian created for the Prince like Merlin was made for Arthur. He took it as a purpose and he loved this pu