Warrior Diplomat Novels & Stories

The Eastern Emperor said, “I prefer diplomacy over violence.” As he spoke, he used the brush to write the three words, “Diplomacy before violence.” Those words were golden. When he flicked the term “violence,” that word immediately tumbled and became as huge as an immortal mountain of Pompeii before crashing into Alex with a swish. Alex was about to resist it with the Dao Killing Sword. Just then, a voice rolled out. “Is my Pompeii Fairyland a place where people can come as you please? Do you guys really think this place is your backyard?”

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.

Behind him came a few knights and far behind, a few servants bringing offerings to Greavaria. The man genuflected, "My name is Keith Gingerich, Ambassador of the Lourutor Kingdom. I came to glorify the end of the war between the Kingdom of Greavaria and Empire of Promor and I came also to fortify our alliances. We bring some humble gifts, such as cloth, gold, and precious stones." Keith lifted his head slightly and his eyes met Dylan's. Keith gave Dylan a seductive smile. Dylan remained firm and indifferent, after all that sort of thing didn't work for him, because he was a man.

Moreover, he would become a smasher who possessed a darksoul and a lightsoul. Warren appeared astounded upon hearing Kayson’s remark. ‘Is there really something impressive in the tattered spear?’ He was a warlord, yet how did he not notice it? Even though he held the post of Admiralporium’s chief, he would frequently travel because there were very few disastrous incidents in Skyriv. He believed that he had good foresight and plenty of worldly experiences from his travels. He had personally brought back the shabby spear, yet he had not managed to notice anything unique about it along the way.

Pleased by the no-nonsense competency of the maneuver, the Dodvalian placed the vessel's systems on stand by, entered the somewhat spartan sleeping cabin, and assumed what he considered to be his true identity: War Commander Xian Karrh. The title would have surprised those having dinner in the Starlight Room, but shouldn't have, since even the most superficial study of Dodvalian culture would have revealed that the was no equivalent for the word "diplomacy" in their language, and that until their defeat at the hands, claws, and pincers of the Confederacy, their society had never included a class of individuals known as "diplomats". After all, why maintain a staff of professional negotiators

Under the cover of night, the soldiers moved with stealth, their every step a testament to the discipline and skill instilled in them by their leader. Ambassador Kaia, her heart heavy with the weight of responsibility, traveled to the courts of neighboring kingdoms, her diplomatic prowess and unwavering determination forging new alliances in the face of the looming danger. With each successful negotiation, the bonds between the kingdoms grew stronger, their collective resolve to stand against the warlord unshakable.

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

said Armeyin, another of the nobles, and a war minded one at that. Mithraos looked at Eloy. "What do you think, Head Warrior?" asked Mithraos. Eloy was surprised that Mithraos asked his opinion. "If your highness want me to fight in a war, I will and if you want me to guard you during the peace treaty, I will do that too. However, I do have a suggestion," said Eloy. All listened eagerly. Mithraos gave permission with a subtle raise if his eyebrows.

"Commander-in-chief of Pendragon, it's an honor to finally meet you. I'm Chandler from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Chandler's eyes sparkled with unabashed reverence. The man before him was none other than the Commander-in-Chief of Pendragon—the same leader who had recently charged alone into an enemy force of 150,000, cutting down their commander and eight legendary Gods of War of immense strength. Not long ago, Liam had pulled off a diplomatic coup, inking several treaties with neighboring nations that promised great benefits for Biskeland. Chandler, more than anyone, knew the weight of those agreements, and his excitement was palpable.

" Their judgments didn't matter. It was something I had heard countless times. I looked each of them straight in the eyes without flinching. Alpha Konan authoritatively silenced the hushes and the room fell silent. "Standing before you all is someone we already know, the new diplomat for both Oceanwolf Pack and Crescent Pack. She will be representing us, both within and outside the pack. Her role is vital to our success politically, and as such, we need to accord her the maximum respect." The pack elders were in total shock. "How come she's the diplomat? one elder asked. "This is surprising indeed," another elder said.