Warrior Diplomat Novels & Stories

I was here to find my place, to rebuild my life on my terms. Miguel gestured toward the sparring ring in the center of the grounds. “Step in,” he said simply. I hesitated for only a moment before climbing in, the packed dirt under my boots firm and familiar. Across from me stood a tall warrior with broad shoulders and an arrogant smirk. His name was Darius, one of the senior wolves in Miguel’s pack. “So, you’re the outsider,” he said, circling me. “Let’s see if you can hold your own.”

"About that-" "There’s a hot spring not far from here. It goes right under the castle, warms it up good, Dalli. Your bed chamber is the one who gets most of it's heat. If Dalli asks, maybe the Xiath shows you, yeth?" she said, bowing lowly again like before and wandering off to check on the pots. Xiath was a word for Warlord or King, his father had said. It could also mean, ‘Your Highness’ or ‘Your Majesty’, depending on how you use it in a sentence to address the Maud’s head of power and leadership.

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

If they wanted me to feel small, they’d have to try harder. “Ah, Princess Mia,” one of the elders said with mock politeness. “You’re just in time.” “For what?” I asked, folding my arms. One of the envoys at the center stepped forward. He looked older up close, probably in his early forties, with steel-grey eyes and a diplomatic calm that put me on edge. “I am Damaris, one of the current Warriors” he said. “Sent by Alpha King Kaiden Silver to deliver a message... and a formal request.”

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

Among them, although some countries have formed alliances, there has never been a moment where they gathered up as one and talked like a civilised people. Rather, the history of the conflict is much longer. Does he really want me to do something so outrageous? "Can I really do what nobody accomplished in history?" "Giving up now?" "..." "Yes, I can do it" Such a thing cannot be said that easily. I would have escaped if it was the previous “ME” but now I am a High Spec Elf. I have lived in this body for 19 years. This gained me a little courage and confidence. In addition, since I have been born as a prince, there will be times when diplomacy will be necessary. If it's the case, I think it is

The warriors saluted in perfect unison, their fists crossing over their chests. Eddie hopped out of the Jeep and brushed the dust off his shirt. “They’re waiting for your grand excuse,” he muttered under his breath. I ignored him. The head warrior, a broad-shouldered maie named Darian, approached with sharp but respectful eyes. Bowing, he said, “Your Majesty, it’s an honor to have you here. We were beginning to wonder…” His words trailed off, but the unspoken question hung in the air. I glanced at the soldiers lined up.

His silver hair revealed his was likely older than Alexander but was definitely not as old as Proximo and the other two elders that I had not been introduced to yet. "I am Dimitrios Ariti. I am your Elder of War. I will help you navigate and strategize your battles." He bowed as Alexander did. I gave him and answering bow as I had Alexander. The other two men stepped up as one. They looked nothing alike or else I would have felt as though their synchronized movements indicated something familial. They were both seemingly the same age as Proximo. The man closest to Alexander smiled and introduced himself. "I am so thrilled that you have finally come Your Majesty. I am Christos Galatos. Elder

“You haven’t been for a while.” I inhaled softly, the night air cool against my skin. He smiled then—not teasing, not brotherly, but respectful. “Congratulations,” Ryan said, his voice warm and steady. “You are now chosen as the Pack’s Diplomatic Ambassador.”