Romans & histoires Valiant Warrior

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

‘’I don’t care.’’ I flipped my long wavy chocolate brown hair as I raised my brows while looking at Ismael as he tried to explain how their group is growing now. I know that he is fully aware that he can’t force me to do the things that I am not interested with. He is convincing me to join their group. It’s a group of strong werewolves that dreaming to join the mercenary that serves Alpha pack in the battles, of course my father won’t allow that. I am persistent to say no to him because I am not really into these stuffs. Yes, I admit that I always get involve in troubles but I don’t want to worsen my father’s stress and frustration about me and his work being the Alpha’s right hand.

I whispered softly, pointing down toward the sprawling courtyards below. In the central training ring, Valen—now thirty years old and the supreme Commander of the Sovereign Forces—was conducting the final trials for the new recruits. He stood well over six feet tall, possessing his father’s massive, broad-shouldered frame and intense amber gaze. His dark hair was tied back with a leather strip, and as he demonstrated a sweeping, grounded pivot that deflected three training lances at once, his indigo runes flared with a low, controlled ember that showed absolute mastery over his power.

My Vanguard soldiers instantly slammed their heavy spears against their iron shields in a deafening, synchronized salute to their warlord. I turned back toward the dark interior of the vehicle, smoothing down my black armor. I extended my open, armored hand toward Valeria. I fully intended to play the role of the dominant, protective Vanguard Alpha—to physically show the entire continent that the Blood Moon Heir was securely under my thumb and my military protection. But Valeria didn't even look at my hand. She completely ignored my outstretched palm, stepping right past me with a fluid, terrifying grace that entirely cut me out of the frame.

Ares said, his voice bored, "is my new... project. She thinks she has fire. She thinks she's a survivor." His silver eyes met mine across the ring. "Show her what a warrior is." The blood drained from my face. Valerius looked at me. His eyes raked over my small frame, my bare hands, my terrified, defiant stance. And he laughed. It wasn’t a small laugh. It was a deep, booming, ugly sound. The warriors around him joined in, a chorus of snickers and jeers. "This... thing?" Valerius scoffed, walking toward me. "Alpha, she's... she'll break. She's just a... a pet."

Nilo has yet to even find his mate. Then, his newly marked wife is marching into battle right alongside him. If I were a kinder wife, I would stay. My kindness only goes so far, and the risks of not going far outweighs the inferior risks of going. I'm a warrior. A strong one, only matched by Lachlan himself. Val is powerful and can handle anything that may come our way.

he proudly said and winked. Valin, one of the strongest warriors their tribe produced, was a half noble from the clan of Struss. Although he had a slender built, he still looked athletic. His ability to shapeshift as a falcon was incredible. He was appointed as the Captain of the Aerial Navigator Squad and a diplomat who maintained good relations with Axum. Ladies from a distinct race swooned on him, mainly because of his extraordinary intelligence. “Congratulations, Commander!” a sweet female voice came from behind, trying to gasp some air. She held fresh gerbera daisies and gave them to Alleki.

The Kingdom of Helios, once a small nation, had transformed into a mighty and prosperous empire since Valerius Evander ascended the throne. It was known as the "Glory of Valerius." Valerius Evander, even when he was still a crown prince, was renowned not only for his exceptional leadership but also for his bravery and decisiveness on the battlefield. Under Valerius Evander’s leadership, the army of the Kingdom of Helios had consistently won victories, expanding its territory and establishing a powerful dynasty. Alongside the young king were four experienced marshals, Zane Ryder, Aiden Cole, Elias Dawnfire, and Lucius Blackwood, who achieved resounding victories and were invincible.

There was something clear and shining in their eyes. "The enemy may have the numbers," Nurlan whispered as he pointed to his chest, "but they do not have the heart. You are the representative of the Empress, of course, but more than that, you are their Warrior Princess. They take pride in fighting for you and for Valiant." "It is true," Vahan agreed, appearing from nowhere in the usual Guardian fashion. "The New Emperor's army may have a few mighty warriors, but many of those poor men over there do not want to fight."

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu