Warriors Briarlight Novels & Stories

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***

Hanson said as be picked up a stick to make a stand. Some guys as well joined him, if they were gonna die, it's best they died fighting. The bushes parted slightly and a wounded bleeding and exhausted Baji emerged holding a severed arm of the creature like a stick. He looked at everyone who was completely surprised to see him Alive and then he fell and passed out. "look everyone, it's the class rep."

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

For it to be fair match Yom was given a proper rest. "Everyone bow down and hail the king" said the knight, everyone present bowed, Athen knew it was his time to win this competition and become Balak's bodyguard, he was already regretting on a thought of working for his enemy, Balak came to the competition, he was carrying his sword with him and was wearing his crown "Let's start the fight and see who is biggest warrior" he said excitedly.

Instead, her attention fixed on the exhausted warriors still struggling through their training. Her eyes widened. “What’s going on?” I followed her gaze. “The newly recruited warriors are in the middle of their morning training.” Her brows furrowed. “The sun hasn’t even risen yet.” “Yes.” “Then why are they already training?” I raised an eyebrow. “They’re warriors.” Brielle stared at them in disbelief. “They look like they’re about to die.” “They always look like that.” Before she could respond, one of the warriors stumbled.

Bram barreled down the stairs, gun raised, eyes flashing with alarm. He took in the scene in a heartbeat—the corpse, the pen, the blood streaking down the stone. His gaze snapped to Liora, wild with questions. “What the hell—” “He was waiting,” she said, voice raw, clipped. “He followed me up.” Bram’s jaw flexed as he lowered his weapon. He scanned the man’s coat, boots, the insignia barely visible on the inside lining. His curse was sharp. “Arbiters. Contract blade.”

The warriors emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an unsettling light. “Prepare for a fight!” Harley shouted, drawing his weapon as the dark warriors charged. The battle was fierce and chaotic, with Marinetta and Harley fighting off the dark warriors while trying to keep their focus on the altar. The dark magic seemed to amplify the warriors’ strength, making the fight even more challenging. Despite the odds, Marinetta and Harley fought with determination and skill. Their combined efforts pushed back against the dark warriors, their attacks creating bursts of light and energy that countered the dark magic.

Briar grabbed my arm and yanked me down behind a fallen log just as a large, black-furred wolf lunged past our hiding place, its growl vibrating the earth. I pressed my hand over my mouth, heart slamming in my chest like it wanted out. Briar didn’t blink. Her eyes burned bright with fury and focus. “That’s not a rogue,” she whispered. “That’s a trained enforcer.” I froze. “You mean pack?” She nodded grimly. “Not just pack. Military. Someone high up sent them. Someone with power.” I closed my eyes for a second. “Then this isn’t just about Clyde. This is personal.”

"Be careful, son; We cannot burn bridges at this critical moment. Warriors from the Silvermere pack are the finest breeds of Warriors to ever exist, and Thorne knows this. Maybe he wants to be cuddled and begged…" "Do I look like I'm in the mood to cuddle anyone who isn't Maya?" I interrupted my grandfather. "He's your friend. You had best talk to him; otherwise, he'll pay with his blood this time. Every pack in the White Mountain Region belongs to me. I own their warriors, too; I should not be begging and cuddling to have my warriors come fight for me." The place crackled with tension until Gamma Darius broke it. "What about Maya's ritual with the captured Ferals?" Darius asked. "Is she mak