Novel & Cerita Warrior's Pride

“A warrior’s strength is measured not by how many they can wound, but by how many they protect.” Mace swallowed. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I lost my brother last year. And seeing him slack off during watch….” “Then speak to him. Train with him. Don’t try to tear him down to feel less alone.” The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was reflective. I glanced around at the watching wolves. “All of you,” I said. “There is no room in this pack for pride that poisons. We are not Mooncroft. We do not build ourselves by breaking others. We build together. Or we fall.”

A benefit of being king was that I could mind link anyone in my kingdom. Since it was their first time presenting as a team I was told they had arranged a special introduction and agreed to it, curious to see. When the door opened they stood there with their hooded capes on and walked in single file and bowed before moving to one side or the other. The last one to walk in was Stormie, her smaller frame flanked by her brothers on either side. Once they were in position Alpha Adam introduced each one in the order that they entered the room. As each one’s name was said, they stepped forward and removed their hood, nodding slightly. First was Marius to the left, future head warrior. Then to th

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

His spirit isn't fit to be a background extra, let alone the lead warrior of a blockbuster film. Putting on a totally helpless, innocent expression of my own, my tongue utters, "It is not that my heart does not want to help your skin, cousin. Warlord David does not change his alpha mind easily once his fangs are set. Your spirit can get mad at my name all you want, but why did your claws throw his personal alpha crest card onto the dirt right in front of his face? Also, my own hands wanted to hand that crest card directly to Dad for the pack alliance. How could your greed take it away from my gear in the first place?"

Even if the hell breaks loose, a Royal should never lower themselves, never get themselves dirty, and lose their pride. Pride… I gained it after spending all my life in a cage, on the verge of death, after drowning myself in the blood of my family. Even after coming so far…what use was it to me? When I couldn’t even get a single person on my side…what was the use of trying so hard? I bend the right knee first. The warriors guarding the premises gasp. It doesn’t matter now. I bend my left knee. Kneel on the dirty ground. And watch her back.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Prince Kral's arm, which was not holding mine, raised to the sky in a dramatic gesture, "The Red Moon Pack has fallen to the rogues. They have openly declared war against us, seizing our lands and trampling upon our honor. What should be our course of action?" "Engage in an all-out battle against the rogues!" Prince Kral's impassioned words ignited a fiery zeal within the soldiers present. They raised their arms high, echoing Prince Kral's call, "We shall not compromise!" The soldiers' fervent cries resounded like a roaring tempest, an awe-inspiring display of unity. Standing on the platform, I, too, was stirred by their words. This is my homeland, and now, so many soldiers are ready to figh

Shadow sliced his palm, adding it to the mixture in the chalice, and his deep voice carried over the entire pack as he recited the Howling Warriors creed. "A Howling warrior is strong when they need to be, gentle when they choose to be, and ruthless when they have to be. We will not cower, nor hide behind each other in times of crisis, we stand tall against our enemies, together we are the Howling Warriors, and together we are strong."

“I’m proud of you, child.” The words hit me like a warm wave. When was the last time someone had said they were proud of me? When was the last time I felt proud of myself? “The winner of the competition is Jane Biller. She has proven her strength and ability by defeating one of our strongest warriors, John,” Alpha Tommy announced, his voice booming with pride. “I am proud to promote her as a female warrior.” Today is the happiest day of my life. I could hear the howls of joy and cheers from everyone around me. I won the fight and have been promoted to the female warrior pack.