Warrior's Pride Novels & Stories

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

“If you want proof, you can wait for it on the battlefield. Or ask those who have fought beside me before. But this? Standing around a fire trading rumours like bored farmers? That’s not how warriors act.” I looked at the rest of them. “I have been patrolling this camp since dawn. Not once have I seen your unit training. Not once have I seen you speak to other squads. You move like you're better than the rest, like you're above the chain of command. Just like Astrid taught you.” There was a moment of uncomfortable shuffling and one of them avoided eye contact while another nervously scratched the back of his neck. “You wear your pride like an armour,” I continued, “but pride doesn’t win wars

And yet, Aragorn thrived in madness. The guard’s expression grew darker still. “And then there are the warriors. Not ordinary soldiers, Lady Eva. These are the strongest warriors to walk the earth. Men who’ve carved reputations in blood and conquest. Men who’ve trampled upon packs and taken heads as trophies. Each one is a storm by himself.” I forced myself to remain calm, though dread twisted inside me like a knife. “And they all came… for Nicklaus?”

I take a moment to soak in the energy of the room, the raw determination that emanates from each warrior standing before me. "My brothers," I say, my voice infused with both pride and humility. "I stand before you not as a commander, but as one of you. We are a pack, a family bound by loyalty and the unyielding spirit of the wild. Today, we embark on a journey that will test our mettle, challenge our limits, and demand every ounce of our courage." The warriors nod in unison, their eyes gleaming with a shared understanding. They know the risks, the sacrifices that lie ahead, yet they stand ready to face them head-on.

I snapped at her ghost. I sensed her wreath around me like trailing smoke, stirring my hair, an invisible finger stroking up my arms. "You blame everyone except yourself, my love," she sighed mournfully. "Your pride ruins so much." "Pride is what gained me my empire. It is what gained me an army, land, power, and wealth!" I jerked to my feet, storming away from her loving touch, shouting to the rafters, "War made me thrive! Scars are my trophies of victory! I sacrificed—"

He was not happy. "You don't have to feel bad sir, in a battle death must be recorded. We all sacrificed our lives the moment we accept to become warriors" Dad understood what the warrior said. "You are right but you know I have to feel bad" "It's allowed sir" Dad sent information to those packs about the death of their men. They were so furious that they had to send another letter that day and said we should prepare the final destruction of the panther's pack. They let us know that we have touched the tale of a lion.

Jake said. “It’s you, Wrath. We voted you in as President,” Trick said. Jake shook his head but Trick continued before he could say anything. “You’re the best man for the job. Bandit and Nitro said they’d make you VP when Bandit retired and Nitro took over. We all know you’ve got the skills to lead the Warriors. This is the time where you choose, Wrath. Either you stand with us and take the patch or you turn around right now and leave. I know you’re loyal, but we need a President. We need someone that will lead us into battle, not just an affiliate that’s pissed because his friends were killed. We need to stand united right now, under a good leader, under you.”

I stopped in front of the gate’s guard who asked for the club's entry password. " Z-e-x" I spelled. He opened the door welcoming me in, I walked downstairs passing by many men and tough-looking girls who were chatting together. A fight was taking place in the ring already and everyone was busy cheering for our number one fighter who is known as The Beast, Mr. John.

He said along with his movement and fierce look. For once, he seemed heroic in front of me. Which doesn't fit him during the time we first met. He was this insecure businessman upon those people who he thought were trying to drag him down. But not all are really into his position. Naturally, their business exceeded almost close to Max's and was simply happy with how it was going. Yes, it was Max. Though he may have changed a lot in the past few months that I knew him. He's now willing to do anything for his loved one.

Rose chimed, giving me the most supportive smile. “I can also lend you some of my warrior women,” Adrik stated proudly. “I would prefer that you didn’t. I would like to keep your demon faction a secret. I need an element of surprise. If it comes down to war, I would like to have something that my enemies are not expecting. The scent alone will tell everyone that we have several rogues within the area. Plus with the leader of the witches up on that stand. But for your faction, I need secrecy. I am sorry for that. And this has nothing about feeling shame. I am proud to have you and your people here, I just need the edge that no one knows about.” I said. I truly felt like shit for saying that b