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I turned. A warrior. Mid twenties. Big through the shoulders in the way that some wolves are who have trained hard since early adolescence and let it make them wide. He was standing about three meters away with a short practice staff held loosely in one hand and an expression that was not quite a smile. I recognized the expression. I had been on the receiving end of it for years in different forms. It was the look of someone who had spotted the person in the room they were allowed to diminish and was deciding whether it was worth the energy.

“When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?” “I want to keep things the same, as much as possible. I like the idea of a member bringing in a new prospect, sponsoring and mentoring him. I don’t want the Warriors to be open to just anybody. We have a good dynamic, a family, and being a Warrior isn’t for just anybody.” The guys smiled and nodded their heads. “Thanks, Wrath, I think we need some fresh blood to man the bar and wash the dishes.” Weasel laughed. “Fuck yeah, we do.

Inhaling deep breathes I can feel the wind hugging me; the sun beaming on my face. I'm on alert, the hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms are standing straight up. My connection to the earth is broken, standing straight up I move into a defensive position. Something or someone is watching me. Letting out a low, guttural growl I inform whatever or whoever is watching me that I mean business. Moments later a mind link hits me "All warriors meet me at the waterfall now".

He leaned over me, placing his hands on the arm rests of the chair I was sitting in, his face a hair from my own, “can you tell me honestly that you need those 2 years, will it make you any better of a warrior to know how to wait tables, or to work as a body guard to some starlet?” His eyes were full blown obsidian as he stared into my eyes, his scent swirling around me. All I wanted to do at this second was kiss him, not only because he was my mate, not only because he was driving me into a sexual frenzy with how sexy his ass is right now, but because he was right. I don’t need to learn how to wait tables, or do I need to work as anyone’s bodyguard to be the best warrior I can be. A smil

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

(Madam Reanga) A new customer, Madam Reanga comes and placed her order, which Old Mento went straight to prepare them. Mamda Reanga is a Demi-Human of Cat Clan, her fluffy claw hand and cat ears always wiggling like crazy when she visited the Wet Market. But her words also made everyone nodded in agreements, everyone knew that all Oceanic Foods were premium and luxury, but now they can get it and dine on like no tomorrow, with just a few credits.

The Atlantian guards infront of the door were doing their best to fight off the combination of freaks and Vampires that had accumulated infront of the door, but they were slowly falling one by one. It took no time for me and the large werecat to jump into the battle and begin our assault on the dark forces. As I fought with my hands, having no elemental resources to pull from, the large werecat let out a ferocious roar that made the tunnels around us rattle as it echoed down them. Before long many other werecats were there with us, immersed in the battle ripping the Vampires and freaks apart with their sharp teeth and even sharper claws. The screams of those dark creatures would forever be i

All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own. Despite her dislike of one particular Eastern warrior, Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. "Powerhouses." Jumping Elaina looked to Christopher who had snuck up beside her while she was immersed in watching the warriors. "Well, for the most part." Elaina responded begrudgingly. Christopher chuckled at her words. "Don't let one in particular ruin your view of the rest." Bristling Elaina crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not that petty."

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.