Warrior Mobile Legends Novels & Stories

Hence, the military was on high alert, with even Russell waiting nearby, ready to intervene if necessary. Though he believed Matthias would not act rashly, he could not afford to take any chances, nor could the entire country's military. Inside a grand hall within The Lair, the Supreme-level warriors of the Legion of the Unbreakable stood silently. As Matthias entered with Alpha, all eyes turned to him. "All hail Lord Matthias!" the 31 Supreme-level warriors shouted in unison, dropping to one knee. Their voices rang with fighting spirit, filling the room with an electric energy.

“God of War! Please don't kill us!” Zion Mercenaries consisted of mostly retired soldiers from Glowmoss Foreign Legion. Glowmoss Foreign Legion was also one of the five countries that joined the coalition to wage war against Arcadia. They knew better than anyone how terrifying the God of War was. The man was as powerful as God himself and the horror of facing him was branded in the deepest part of their soul. The only enemy standing was Ezekiel. His soul left his body, leaving him petrified on the spot.

Xandar now held her hand in both of his to kiss it and began explaining, “Lucy, the Lycan warriors are available free-of-charge.” Lucianne’s eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, “Oh, it has changed already? That’s great!” Xandar frowned and said, “No, Lucy. It has always been free. At least, it was supposed to be.” Lucianne seemed taken aback. “No, that can’t be right. It says so right on the application form that charges will be imposed. Here, let me show you.” She took out her phone and logged-in to the website for the application, and opened up a P*F document. She swiped down until she saw the options, and passed her phone to Xandar, “Here, in fine print, next to the option for Lyca

" *Scream!*… The cheering sounds Ravyn never expected to receive echoed throughout the stadium. Blue lights illuminated a small circular platform floating inside the cuboid arena, and above it stood Ravyn. "On the red side, one of the eight Rising Stars, a guarantee of unparalleled competence. Hailing from his homeland with a determination to conquer and become an esteemed hero, he is the man with the mightiest physical strength in this tournament—Supreme Warrior, Thwar!" *Scream!!* "Whoa!!!" "Yeah!" …

“Lazaro, you’re almost a Holiness. You should know that James only has less than two hundred thousand warriors.” “Yes.” Lazaro Goyo sighed. “But the two hundred thousand warriors are comparable to the Mahayana Daeclon Rank. Even though we have three hundred billion warriors, most of them are living beings with low cultivation ranks.”

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

"They’re going after a rogue band of ferals hiding out at the north end of the Wilds. These shifters stole Warrior property and killed human campers in the mountain." That was a generic term that the Warrior applied often and generously. It could mean any number of things. The door past the reception desk whooshed open, and the third group of soldiers walked into the overcrowded lobby. Of the four, Lily knew one of them. They’d gone on a few library trips together over the past few days with Jessa.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.