Warriors Comics Novels & Stories

Mateo says. I can see Alpha Jace seems to be actually thinking about this. He walks over to his Beta and they are muttering between themselves over near the door so we can't hear them. When suddenly a group of well-built guys walk in, kitted out in black cargo pants, boots and t-shirts. I am guessing these are their warriors. I looks across to Lola, she looks scared. This isn’t good. They warriors hunni? I link her. Yeah. Think Alpha plans to have us all put into cells Beta Jake. She replies.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Marvin sneered and said, "Hmph! What could you possibly have? Besides, what could be compared to a few million dollars?" Liam stood in place calmly and said, "The Pendragon Warriors." His words stunned all the onlookers. Celena, who was standing next to Liam, was shocked, and she quickly turned to look at Liam's profile. Did she hear it right? Liam did mention the Pendragon Warriors earlier, did he not? Marvin was dumbfounded, thinking that he misheard Liam. Looking at Liam with suspicion, Marvin tried to get confirmation, asking, "What did you say? Pen-Pendragon Warriors? The one from the Pendragon War Zone?"

There were several hand-painted maps with the various surrounding kingdoms, Moroi and human alike. Although we lived separately, Victor, Lissa, and I kept a close watch on our neighboring human populations. In the past, humans would recruit Dhampir warriors in their greatest time of need, the Varangian Guard being one of them. The Moroi and Dhampir resisted at first for wanting to keep our kind alive and to protect us from particularly intolerant human rulers, but the Dhampir had somewhat of a loyalty to our human side as well—many of us were even sired by humans and not just from the union between Dhampir and Moroi. It wasn't long after that the Moroi agreed in some of us partaking in human

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.

Killian looked over his shoulder and then turned back to the table. “That is one of our young warriors,” he said softly. I couldn’t help the look of confusion that crossed my face. “What is a warrior doing fetching chairs?” “We have a strict policy here: All warriors must learn to serve, as well as fight. They must learn to appreciate what goes into keeping a camp and compound running. I firmly believe that every warrior needs to know that the people who clean the mess hall, serve their food, and keep a fire in the hearth are just as important – if not more so – than the warriors themselves.”

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.