Warrior Aot Novels & Stories

I questioned my wolf. “Yeah, I'm afraid that she nailed it on the head. You're destined for Gavin and Gavin only,” she growled. “That's such bullshit,” I snapped, clenching my fists in anger. “I can't believe how my one night of fucking has turned into a lifetime of shit,” I hissed. “At least you still have Anton and I. Plus, you have met your dad, and he seems okay with your choice of becoming a warrior. You know most males frown at that,” she said encouragingly, and I gave her a saddened smile.

Aeron "Attack!" I hear the commander of warriors roar. The warriors do as commanded, some transforming into their wolf forms and others shooting with guns as we all go against the growing number of Grimward rogue warriors. I tear through the first wave, fangs sinking into an enemy's throat. Roars and screams fill the air. "Protect the packhouse at all cost folks!" the commander roars as the fight intensifies. I sight Jiro as he leads the Grimward from the front. Still in his human form, he tears through our defenses like a proper hurricane of death.

But I tell myself he’d absolutely have done the same to me if given a chance, he’s a grown male who knew the risks here. There’s little to no break, as the shifter is carried away and another male moves to the corner. This one is most definitely a warlock of some sort. He’s about the same build as me, which tells me he’s not using brute strength in this fight. We both wait and stare each other down as the announcer introduces him, I don’t even listen. Dante has half taken over, and pretty much just wants to be fully let out.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

And now, the dawn of war burned all softness away. Aries stepped forward and raised his voice, letting it boom across the lines of warriors still standing in formation. “Warriors of the crown!” The heads turned toward him, ears perked, weapons steady. “This is the moment we’ve been preparing for. The enemy stands at our gates. But we do not falter. This kingdom has stood through darkness, through storms, through betrayal. And it stands now.” A unified howl answered him. He looked to Aurora. She nodded and stepped beside him, her eyes glowing with power.

I hoped every tip he’d given me in training would pay off. A few minutes later, the assistant had me geared up in the custom warrior armor, fitting it perfectly. Then the announcement boomed: “Nyra Virellion versus Phaedor Soryn!” While the commentator ran through our profiles, I double-checked the potions at my waistband. We could only carry three. I skipped the strength potion too much fatigue afterward and the wit potion too, since my reflexes were already sharp. That left me with the potion of mindfulness and a healing potion. Mindfulness helped me plan my next move before I even made it, and the healing one was a lifesaver, especially without a wolf to rely on. It could bring me back to

“Unbound Mongoose!” “Unbound Mongoose!” “Unbound Mongoose!” The names of the 8 warriors that took the centre stage resounded in every part of the village. It didn’t matter if it was those in the Central Demarcation Line who had no fighting capabilities, or those on the battlefield itself. Everyone heard the mighty shouts of the warriors. Arthur’s title, Durandal, was proclaimed the loudest. After all, everyone had seen how he fought since the very beginning, even before the Pseudo Legendary Class Magical Beast appeared. And many of them were in awe of their future chief.

Richard said. … In West Aridlands, Dax Santos, the Champion of West Aridlands, had already been fighting in battle for more than three hours alongside the troops there. However, the enemy troops consisted of elite warriors. Their fighter jets fired missile after missile at the West Aridlands, causing the deaths of more than half of the Diatoranian soldiers there. "Champion, the enemy troops are firing too aggressively. We won't be able to hold them back if this goes on! How long do we have until the God of War arrives?" a general asked.