Gate Warrior Novelas e Histórias

Even then, I'd secured the extra funding that rebuilt their training hall — better equipment, reinforced flooring, the modern ventilation system Garrett had personally requested. "You know I'm not just a housewife, Garrett." He shrugged. "That was before. We were going easy on you because you were the Alpha's wife. Don't tell me you actually thought you were a fighter." "She's right, though." The voice came from behind the warriors. Deep. Unhurried. Killian walked into view with three of his warriors flanking him. He was dressed for the hunt — dark leather vest over a black shirt, no excess, every piece functional. His eyes moved past the two guards without acknowledging them.

The drawer, now closed, held the secrets of a plan set in motion—a plan that would test allegiances, unravel narratives, and define the fate of those entangled in the moonlit tapestry. Leaving the study, I made my way to the garage, the hum of anticipation echoing with each step. The scent of motor oil and steel welcomed me, a stark contrast to the ethereal fragrance imprinted on the drawer. The engines roared to life as I prepared for the operation, the metal behemoths responding to my command. The Elite Warriors, a formidable force, awaited their orders. As I stood amidst the mechanical symphony, the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders. Gabriel returned, flanked by the chosen

The walls pulsed with residual heat, as though the city itself was alive — breathing, waiting. The gates were sealed when they arrived. “No welcome party?” Kael muttered. From the battlements, dozens of eyes stared down at them — glowing red, orange, gold. Timberwolves, bred in fire, trained for war. They were leaner than northern wolves, more agile, and infused with flame-born essence. A figure emerged from the top of the gatehouse. Clad in armor shaped like a phoenix’s wings, her hair was a cascade of molten copper, braided and tied with ashwood beads. Her voice, when it rang out, carried power and bitterness in equal measure.

“I divided the Gammas into two categories. GammaW (GW) and GammaC (GC). The first one is the warriors. The second is the computer guys. Now either you can have a general Gamma as a leader for both or a different one for each section. I prefer the latter. And I would like you to think of dismissing the Gamma as my bodyguard. What do you think?” “I’d prefer two. And removing your bodyguard, no. There is no way.” “Then place a common warrior as my bodyguard. Let poor Nathan do his other duties.” “I’ll think of it, but I’m not promising anything. He’s my best warrior.” “Ok, we’ll talk about that later. Now the Gammas all together are working for security, either the GW with training, patrols, or

And she had no idea how she saw its structure from that quiet distance. “Welcome back, Alpha, Luna, Tracker Monta, and warriors,” said the guards in unison and quickly opened the massive gate. It's when Kaylon started making their way inside while the others followed them.

Andrew is a horrible liar, of the three of us New Men leaders, he’s always been the worst and we can see right through it. The metal contraption barrels down the long driveway toward the gate, protecting our territory from unwelcome visitors. I slow as I approach the security guards as they swarm the vehicle. Metal detectors scan the underside of the vehicle, along with mirrors checking for any bombs or tracking devices. They nod, but the warriors are smart enough to notice my annoyance and to stay quiet. My gamma aura is going crazy, affecting the warriors who can’t stop wincing. Once their finishes, they wave me through. As the back tires pass the border, Damon’s voice echoes through the m

Vale walked into the cave and drew her staff. “So, you’re the guardian of the sword?” asked Vale. “I am the Gate Guardian of the Earth Breaker.” Said the guardian standing up. “Well, I am going to challenge you for that sword.” Said Vale removing her cloak. “Very well, your challenge is accepted.” Said the guardian. The guardian then pulled out a Doom card, which made Vale take a step back at the sight of the card.

I assure him. He nods again and I see determination fill his eyes. A small smile cross my lips as I stand. I turn around to see Aurelia wielding a strange weapon I don’t recognize. It appears to be a very long chain with a curved blade at each end. She swings the chain around and my eyes fly wide as the blades slice through half a dozen guards in a single sweep. “Holy crap,” I murmur. “There are four waves of ground warriors—if they fail then the Arks come!” she shouts to me. “If we can take the warriors out fast enough then we’ll have a few minutes to get out!”

The guard's answer was immediate, he was beginning to understand Lane's reasoning. "This is exactly what is happening. If they were to kill you directly, their allies will lose their trust toward the Royals and shift their support to the Cause. Lane concluded, releasing a small laugh. "So, you are sure that you will be enough?" "Obviously, my body is specialized in protracted fights. Even if someone on my level appeared, I will just hold him back to give you enough time to escape. Also, these soldiers are the best that the family could give you, each of them has a rank 3 martial art!"

Harold held out his hand to shake Jake’s hand which Jake accepted. “It’s nice to see you again warrior. This is my Beta Greg and my Gamma Jim and their mates Sadie and Claire. We are going to join training while we’re here if you would have us.” Everyone shook their hands and welcomed them. “We would be honored.” “Guys this is our elite warrior team. They are the top of the top. I always train with them whenever possible.” Sonya added. Jake couldn’t help but notice how one of the warriors in the back of the group kept looking at Sonya with longing. He looked at her pendant and it wasn’t moving so he relaxed a little bit. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.