Valiant Warrior Novels & Stories

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

She was no longer just a girl who had been saved; she was a queen who was fighting back, her power a growing, undeniable force. Valen was a stoic, silent presence, his face a mask of grim determination. He was a Varek soldier in a land of strangers, his loyalty a beacon of unwavering light in the suffocating darkness of the mountains. He was not just fighting for his king; he was fighting for the girl he had failed to protect, a debt of honor that he would repay with his life.

She asked, Adira looked at the Suprema who shook her head slightly before answering. “I was hunting and I got injured.” She lied. “I’m Sorry.” Valerie said. “It’s Okay. It’s happens a lot of times.” Adira said with a smile. “I want to be a warrior too.” Valerie spurted out and Adira looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re still too young princess.” Adira laughed.

“Leo’s loyalty was never with us. It was with Valen from the start. He’s a snake, and he’ll pay for what he’s done.” Dorian’s ears twitched at their words, but he didn’t turn around. He couldn’t afford distractions, not now. His warriors needed to see him as a leader, unbroken and undeterred. He exhaled slowly, forcing the pain from his wound to the back of his mind. The battlefield required focus, and focus he would give. As the first wave of Valen’s forces emerged from the mist, a low growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. Wolves of varying sizes padded forward alongside humanoid soldiers, their eyes glowing red in the darkness. These weren’t ordinary wolves; they were vicious and deadly.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Tomorrow I would explain everything, but for now, I just wanted to spend the rest of the night consumed in Dimitri's tender, loving embrace. Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out every day and saved her subjects in battle after battle.

His muscles bulged under his leather armor as he slowly forced the giant halberd upward, ignoring the icy black frost creeping up his sword hilt. "You underestimate an Alpha fighting for his family," Valen growled, his voice dropping into a terrifying, deep rumble. Valen ducked under the monster's sweep, kicking the shadow warrior's knee with enough physical force to shatter the joint! As the beast stumbled, Valen spun on his heel and drove his burning broadsword straight through the creature's chest! The giant shadow warrior let out a horrific, dying screech as golden sun-fire consumed its body from the inside out, exploding into a cloud of black mist.

My heart bubbled over with joy because I could feel that familiar and persistent tug in my chest. When the blowing puff of dust particles dissipated, my eyes drank in the sight of him appreciatively. His toned body was covered in a jungle python black tactical T-shirt and matching cargo pants with knee pads. His dark hair was pulled back into a long braid. Then his expression slowly changed from flattering to outrage. “You shouldn't be here!” Valen growled disapprovingly, snapping me back to reality. I wasn't expecting that anger and hostility after that hot kiss. “I am a warrior first. I reserve the right to fight.”

I have never laughed so hard before in my life. “Want to hear something about Damien Valeria?” a warrior asked. His name is Richard, and he is one of the warriors here. He doesn’t hold an important title, but he grew up together with Damien Sam and the other guys, so they are calling each other by their names, and it felt good. “Tell me,” I said, knowing it would be funny. Damien groaned. “You all are trolling me so much this night,” he said, sipping his drink.

As Alpha Zachariah makes his way through PowerMoon territory, he gets updates from each of the teams, letting him know that the breeding camp he is heading for is Valentino’s main camp. Zachariah entered the next warrior's camp. This one was slightly different to all the others, with more of Valentino’s higher-ranked warriors inside. Zachariah faced 4 warrior Lycans, taking out each one after a reasonable fight. Once he was fighting the last warrior Lycan facing him, Zachariah has a slight misstep collapsing to his knees as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his chest, but still managed to just dodge the Lycan’s advance that was attacking him.