Warrior's Pride Novels & Stories

"Today, we stand together as warriors, as protectors. As one." The warriors kneel before us, their fists pressed to their hearts. I raise my chin. "Stand with me, and I will stand with you. Fight for me, and I will fight for you." The howls that follow send shivers through my bones. One by one, they swear their loyalty. "We pledge our strength." "We pledge our claws." "We pledge our lives." Their vow echoes across the valley, a promise of unity and protection. Bran watches me closely as I step forward, my voice clear. "Stand with me, and I will stand with you. Fight for me, and I will fight for you."

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Where is your shame? As he spoke, Rupert's expression darkened. He turned to the bodyguards and barked, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and make Ms. Prescott's parents eat the lobster rolls I specially prepared for them." The guards only took orders from Rupert. Immediately, they yanked Richard and Leona out from behind me and shoved their faces down toward the lobster rolls. Both of them were in their 50s and no match for the strength of these young, burly guards. In seconds, their faces were smeared with filling and bits of the rolls.

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

“Remember this: the battlefield does not care whether you are a man or a woman. Your enemy will not hesitate because you are female. They will not lower their weapon because you are smaller. And they certainly will not spare you because you believe you are stronger.” His voice became firmer. “So stop measuring strength by appearance. Stop deciding who is capable based on gender, size, or reputation.” His gaze settled on me briefly. “Lisa earned her position through months of discipline and relentless training. She earned it because she refused to give up when others laughed at her.” My throat tightened. “That's what a warrior should be,” Logan continued. “Someone who keeps standing when ever

A homeless man gave him a bag containing two red and blue stones. “Good young man. You have the ability like a God, but you still humble yourself and think that above the sky, there is still another sky. Keep your attitude like this!” the voice he heard said. Inwardly, Nicko returned the whisper and promised to do what he had to. He promised not to be arrogant and make things worse. He will use all the advantages given to him at the right time, not to show off. There have been many examples of those who died because of their own pride. Like a lump of iron that fire will not destroy but by its own rust.

“We stand for our land. For our homes. For the bloodline of the Crescent Moon… a line that will never… never… bow to anyone!” A ripple of energy surged through the ranks. Warriors’ chests heaved, breaths ragged, eyes burning with renewed savagery. “Tonight,” Kade bellowed, his voice a storm rolling across the field, “we carve our names into history! Tonight, we defend what is ours! And to do that… we prepare! Every blade sharpened, every heart steeled, for the invasion from the Crimson Blood Pack!” The ground seemed to shiver beneath their feet. One by one, warriors stomped in unison…

What remained was mine, the pulse of blood, the memory of steel, and the pride of wolves who had bled with me. We walk outside, and the courtyard swells with life against my eyes. My warriors had been waiting, their eyes seeking me like stars seek the moon. Their voices rose when I stepped down the last stair, rough cheers that needed no refinement, only the raw sound of loyalty. "Long live, Alpha Archer!"

He could notice the pride and arrogance in his eyes when everybody had looked at him. "My Lord, we have never waged war against any kingdom and it was always them who attacked us first. This is something we have prided upon for long and our wish is to not break this tradition we follow." Everybody in the courtroom, other than Raelynn, Laurier and Cathal nodded at the man's words.