Warrior Suffixes Novels & Stories

he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have sister’s do you?” Warrior Brett chuckled, “no, just a younger brother, he’s at warrior training, been there about a month now, he only has a few more weeks before he’ll return.” My ears perked up, “really, our pack has a warrior there as well, maybe they know each other, her name is Rochelle.” I know she denounced our pack, but if they have any information about my girl, I want to know. The two brothers looked at each other, their expressions were of amusement, when Shane spoke, “well, with what our brother told us, your warrior may never come back to your pack,” they both laughed. I couldn’t stop the growl the erupted from my chest, “what’s that

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."

Knowing that this war is going to go longer than just the one wave, Nathaniel and Julian then put the next part of their planning into effect. Each Royal or High-ranked warrior had their own team, and they were matched with another three teams so that as one came off the battlefield the next one went on, they also had a helper team so that if any team seemed to be overrun or needed help at any time and for any reason, they had the backup for them.

Moreover, the swords were fused with some talismans as if they could form a formation on their own. Besides that, each weapon was carved with the words “Divine Warriors” followed by a series of numbers. Jade turned to look at Yuno. She understood little as to what was going on with her. ‘This person is most definitely not Wayne Larson’s daughter, but I can’t tell what actually happened.’ She could, however, tell from Yuno’s behavior that she was most definitely an experienced cultivator. “Have you heard of the Divine Warriors? I think these high-quality weapons were made by this clan,” Jade said.

War will ensue. "Full name and date of birth?" The head warrior asked, his voice gruff and intimidating. He was a big man full of muscles, and always wore a scrawl on his face. His aura was intimidating and when around him you were, let me put it the way, I was even afraid to breathe the wrong way.

Trust lacquered over fear. He rode with no armour. Only the ceremonial sash belted across his chest, a nod to the rites once performed when warriors were sent into the sacred places. His spear was strapped diagonally across his back, the shaft carved with runes of old-wolf, each one marking a victory, a vow, a survival. He had not carved a new one in over three winters. And perhaps he wouldn’t again.

Mollie said, her voice dropping into a strange, uneasy tone as she crouched beside the dead warrior at her feet, her fingers hooking into the shoulder strap of his iron chestpiece. "What is it?" I asked, stepping over the mossy log to stand beside her, looking down at the corpse. "Look at his armor," Mollie murmured, pulling back the mud-covered leather tunic to expose the solid metal plate beneath his collar. I frowned, dropping to one knee beside her in the wet dirt, brushing the black mud away from the chestpiece. Every Silvermane soldier Arthur commanded wore the golden sun crest etched deep into their iron plates, and every Nightshade warrior wore the black wolf crest.

Two warriors raised our flags higher, a symbol of our unity and loyalty. "Fellow warriors, there is no turning back. Either we fight and be killed, or we fight to protect our loved ones. Our lives here are the sacrificial lambs. We may be outnumbered, but our determination will lead us to victory. We have a goal and aim for it!" I raised my sword, and the rest followed. Other wolves shifted while others remained. They had their own weapons. Spears, bows and arrows, and swords like mine were honed to their sharpness for this battle. The werewolves, who shifted, let out a loud roar.

He was in deep trouble now! Benson had long since heard of the Pendragon Warriors' reputation. The Pendragon Warriors were among the most elite and most ruthless soldiers one would ever have the misfortune to meet. They had served the frontline of the battlefield, which equipped every single one of them with razor-sharp instincts and merciless ferocity.

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.