Warrior Diplomat Novels & Stories

“No, you can’t do this.” Commander Raja placed his second left hand on her shoulder. “Give up trying to reason with him, Katie,” he said. “He’s a warmonger. Warriors from old eras are filled with people like him. Something that you, Twenty-First Century folks, wouldn’t understand.” “Twenty-First Century, eh?” Cutler cast his glare at us. “So they’re newcomers.” “Not anymore,” our commander said. “They are now full-fledged braves who managed to go toe-to-toe with your officers.”

He was planning on saying something, but he gave up on the idea after pondering for a moment. It was because he could not speak the nstive tongue and he would certainly expose himself if he spoke. After that, everyone would find out that he was an invader. He was not afraid of bringing trouble to himself, but it could get Dilidaer in trouble. Hence, he casted a meaningful glance at Dilidaer so that she could be his voice. He had no choice but to acknowledge that Dilidaer was rather intelligent. She immediately understood Zayn’s intention and said loudly, “This is the mute warrior of our tribe. He’s born with godly abilities. Evil leader, if your tribe has the courage to come bully our tribe

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

"It is my pleasure and a way for the sylvan elves to honor the human Warrior. I am glad it suits your needs." "That it does." Rhychard turned back to the creek as he heard Marachin turn and walk off, leaving the Warrior alone with his thoughts. He still wasn't used to anyone wanting to pay homage to him, and it made him feel uneasy. He was just Rhychard Bartlett, even if he did wear a sword most of the time.

I asked him what he planned to do He didn’t answer directly He only murmured that the kingdom needed warriors not diplomats His tone made it clear he considered that the final truth I repeated that the kingdom needed survival not pride His eyes hardened again Then he said it, quietly but viciously clear He would prevent negotiation by any means The words hung between us like a blade And he walked away without looking back ---

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

He had just offended the Goddess of War, and it was a likely guarantee he was doomed. “King of War, how’s that possible? T—This is my son-in-law. You must’ve made a mistake.” Fiona offered an awkward smile, finding it utterly impossible that her son-in-law was the Supreme Warrior. The Supreme Warrior was extremely mysterious, and nobody had ever seen him. Even if someone did, it should be someone like a King of War. The 8-star King of War had knelt on one knee and performed an honorable salute. He said that Fane was the Supreme Warrior. How was that possible?

“Alpha Darius is our Battle Alpha. He trains the warriors, leads from the front. Quiet. He only speaks when it matters. Of all of them, he’s the only one without a dark side.” Darius. The silent one. My mind drifted back to the night of my abduction—how he lingered in the shadows, watchful, barely existing. “Our healer is Alpha Evren,” another chimed in. “He spends hours in his realm, barely shows his face. Be careful, though. His power is… alluring. Too alluring.” “And then there’s Alpha Rian,” the older woman said. “The diplomat. Think of him as second-in-command.” “He’s so charming,” a younger woman sighed dreamily.

"You bring an entire garrison with you for a simple diplomatic visit, Darian." Darian straightened, flashing a relaxed smile. "The mountain passes are crawling with rogues and rebels, cousin. A man cannot be too cautious with his safety. Surely a King as wise as you understands the necessity of strength." Vaelor let out a sharp, mocking scoff from the side of the dais. "If you were truly confident in your strength, Darian, you wouldn't hide behind twelve shields just to cross a courtyard." Darian’s gaze flicked to Vaelor, his smile thinning. "And if you were half as diplomatic as you are bloodthirsty, Vaelor, your borders might not be so restless."

“Our borders are already strained.” “Which is why,” Rowan said, eyes shifting between Rin and Kael now, “the obvious choice is to send those who are already half‑diplomats and half‑weapons.” The implication landed heavily on Rin’s shoulders before the words did. Aria’s jaw tightened. “Rowan—”