Warrior Novels & Stories

Standing next to Raiden was Mira Watersong, known for her water-based abilities and the tranquil aura she carried—deceptively so, for she could flood a battlefield in moments. Finally, the line was completed by two towering figures: Brutus Ironhide, the Juggernaut, whose earth manipulation abilities and sheer physical bulk made him nearly invulnerable, and Astra Skyreach, the Hawk of Somerland, a martial artist with unparalleled agility and speed who fought with the grace and precision of a hawk on the hunt. The ten warriors stood tall, their heads high, their pride and strength evident in their postures. In one unified voice, they declared, “Anyone who threat

My tongue felt heavy while the taste of that copper-honey blood coated the back of my throat, ensuring I didn't feel like the girl who had been crying in the silk sheets an hour ago. The warrior across from me stopped laughing. He was a Gamma, his frame thick with the kind of muscle that only comes from decades of guarding the border, and as he shifted his weight to grind his boots into the sand, he looked at me and then at the sword Duke had handed me before I walked out here. "Let me be direct with you, human," the warrior said, tightening his grip on his own blade until the leather wrap creaked under his palm. "I will be soft

Warrior, Green_Autumn, and Fairytale_Dream. I sit in my room for two hours talking to a couple of people. I discover Moonlit.Warrior is from Red Lodge, Montana, and is in line for a baseball scholarship. So that’s something we have in common. We both love sports and are both in line for a scholarship. This guy is someone I could really get on with I believe.

" *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!" …

He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him. A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed in his heart.

But he soon got over it and looked at Adharva. "We are at war, no matter what. This way, I can learn from the best," said Adharva had to admit that the warrior is the finest he has ever seen. He watched as the man swished the sword beautifully like he was dancing. --------- The war stopped at night. Adharva is yet to meet Mithraos. But his warrior Eloy , he left a mark. Adharva turned to see the Malvan warrior Head. Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers.

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

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.