Warrior's Pride Novels & Stories

A roar exploded from the warriors. "We are cursed to keep standing when kingdoms fall." Another roar. "We are cursed to become the nightmare every enemy sees before death!" The ground shook beneath the answering response. Thousands of fists slammed against armored chests. The sound thundered across the valley. "TOMBSTONE!" "TOMBSTONE!" "TOMBSTONE!" I raised my hand. The chants immediately died. That discipline alone would terrify any enemy. I looked over them. Pride filled my chest, not arrogance. Pride. These were my men. The strongest wolves the North had ever produced. I leaned slightly toward Jerry who stood at the foot of the platform.

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"

Logan’s voice made me look up, only to find him holding two steaming cups as he walked towards us, “trust me, he’s elated that he fought his way back home and didn’t let his attackers take him hostage.” I felt Blake nodding behind me, and I oddly felt comforted by Logan’s words. They were all warriors and they must’ve been taught to fight to the death, so when they did fight to the verge of death but end up victorious, they took joy in the outcome of the battle rather than the battle itself. “A warrior’s wounds are his pride, especially when he emerges victorious,” Blake added, rewarding me with another kiss that sent warmth flooding through me. Logan nodded, then crouched to hand a cup of c

“We strike Nightwing directly. We take out what remains of their forces, cripple their numbers before Damien even has the chance to respond.” “And then?” one of the elders asked carefully. The prince didn’t hesitate. “Then we deal with him.” A heavy silence followed after that. The warlord was the first to break it. “This is too soon.” Prince’s eyes shifted to him slowly. “Our pack is not fully stabilized,” the warlord continued. “You’ve only just taken the Alpha title. There are still loyalties to earn and her recruits to at aren’t war trained yet—” “And?” Prince cut in, his tone still calm.

Rather, it seemed to even twist them further. "Alpha Jayden, you are the pride our land in all seasons," Thorne, the eloquent voice of our warriors began to say. " I see truth in your eyes, yes I do. But not in your heart, my lord." My heart skipped. "Why?" " Because I cannot see the heart! " Others nodded in approval, his words so true and real to them. And that was all. He didn't say a word again till the end of the gathering. Then one of the warriors suddenly spat against the stone floor.

“Beta Thane. Not only have you served my mother well, but you have also served me. You walked me to the plaza of my pride. You, Thane, are the bravest of men, the most loyal of warriors. I, Queen of FireHeart, name you commander of the Stealth. Commander of all my forces, the Queen’s master of war.” “Yay. Yay!!!” The warriors stormed on their feet, their praises echoing. “My warriors. You have trained all your life to fight for the realm. And you did. Now, you are all liberators. Not only have you saved the realm, but you have freed the people of the FireHeart pack. Of the MoonBlood pack. Of the Fangborn pack. Of the RedClaw pack and all others from the grip of a tyrant. But the war is not o

"He had just recently become alpha. He was strong but prideful. Hate swelled inside of him. A hate dedicated to rogues. The next morning, he asked me what pack I was from," I closed my eyes, my heart going out for the beautiful female in front of me. It didn't take a genius to figure out why I hadn't heard of her mate before. The Blessed Warriors never joined a traditional pack. Considered rouges to the rest of the world because of their loyalty to a dead Goddess.

His pride and dignity could not accept to be bested by an easterner, adding to the insult the possibility of the warrior also being a woman. Like his ancestors did before him, he let his beastly raged take over, as he was now flying like a predator in the sky. Sniffing, looking, and searching with all his senses that one familiar scent of the warrior. He became irksome when he was unable to tell the woman he had killed a while ago as her scent mixed with the blood of the men she had killed. Now all he wanted was to make sure that the opponent who had escaped him was not one, not wanting to add another wound to his pride.

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

If only Raius and Jin heard of it earlier, both of them might have completed the job for him if he didn’t want to dirty his already blood-stained hands, as Jin had been doing since he was young. If Ryder was truly a warrior, he should have not hesitated to use his sword for the sake of the future. Now, because of Ryder’s pride and hesitation, they were experiencing such war. Raius couldn’t feel but be ashamed for those who died in that war. They gave their lives in the name of peace but it was all in vain because the peace that Ryder could offer was only temporary and already broken after just a year and how many mere months. They praised him as the Roar, the lion of Khenealm, the favored of