Warrior's Way Book Novels & Stories

Gray still asks for a bazooka, - I added, winking at Nikita. - Went to war on the city? Yana laughed. - Would you like to join? I asked dismissively. Weapons are weapons, but I also needed fighters. The she-wolf with her guys was a strong player with her own autonomy for the arms business and, having lured her to her side (of course, on favorable terms), only Ibragimov remained on the list of my competitors for the place of the mistress of the city. At least those competitors who were real.

I wasn't ready to be a Luna of a dove, bowing down and smiling gibberish to the people and my so-called Alpha or speaking unnecessary items with the women, I wanted to be a Luna of steel, a warrior Luna as I fight and take off every infiltrating rogue and supernatural dangerous enemies that seem to be poking around to cause a stir. I've lived all my life fighting, I never had a teacher except my and my father exiled all the female warriors in the Red Stone Pack to prevent me from learning from them while growing up. The male warriors were never seen around the Pack mansion as he knew that I would ask for their guidance.

Now there was only one thing left to do…Find the she-wolf for Warlord and secure our freedom. THE END OF BOOK ONE: CONTINUE TO READ: WARLORD'S WARD

Axel wants me to hold off and allow Marinah time to settle into Warriorhood and time for her to understand who she is and where she came from. Our history books chronicle everything from our home planet, including its catastrophic annihilation, our travels to Earth, and eventually how we settled into the human world. These textbooks are sacred to us. There are also many texts written by female Shadow Warriors from our home planet. I've read a little from them, but for the most part, because female Warriors didn't exist anymore, they didn't hold my interest. I'll show Marinah our history tomorrow. One of my tasks as leader is to protect the sacred books. They're at my real home, not at the ci

"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." I straightened my gaze, placing my right hand on his head. Wayne bowed his head in respect. "Wayne," I said in a calm yet authoritative voice, "I hereby appoint you as a warrior of the Celestial Dawn pack. Do you swear to protect the weak, defend justice, and uphold the dignity of the warrior?" "I do," Wayne replied in a steady voice. Wayne turned his face upwards with his eyes closed. The nail of my thumb slowly scratched a long line on Wayne's forehead. The blood flowing down his face showed the courage of a warrior's determination.

I could feel the weight of responsibility on my shoulders, knowing that the fate of our warriors and the safety of our realm rested on their ability to face adversaries with extraordinary powers. With a swift motion, I unzipped my backpack, revealing an array of ancient scrolls and books, each containing the secrets of combat and strategy. These were not ordinary texts, but rather a collection of wisdom passed down through generations, carefully preserved and protected. They held the key to unlocking the potential within each warrior, enabling them to harness their own extraordinary powers.

I always did my best to avoid them but it was simply impossible. "Hey, you, what is it that you're holding?" One of them quickly approached me as soon as he sighted me from the gate. He dashed towards me, three other warriors with him, and grabbed the tiny book from my hand. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought they were going all out for one mighty man who had defied death in several battles. I didn't want to believe that they spent all that energy on a wimp like me. "Have you read this book?" He flipped through the pages and glared furiously at me.

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…”

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D