Guerreiro 소설 & 이야기

He was angry at whoever had been stupid enough to lay a finger on Nicole but he was proud that Maxwell had been able to defend himself. I will kill him. I growled back. No one touched my little girl and got away with it. That's almost as deadly as someone touching my mate and thinking they have the right to do so. You may want to prepare the rest of the warriors. He's only twenty minutes behind us. And he sounds pissed. Luca spoke. His voice was now eerily quiet and I knew that wasn't a good thing. That meant he was going to kill anything and anyone who was putting the lives of the people he loved in danger.

He gets interrupted by Penelope before he can continue. "Raven has a red sword on the hind leg of her wolf with a crescent moon on her forhead. She is the warrior of the moon." I look at her dumbfounded. For one, No one was suppose to know about my wolf's appearance and two, I had no idea there was a red sword on my hind leg.

I crossed my arms against my chest. "The Prince is here." He said, pointing to the hot and sexy prince conversing with a knight. Fuck, I think my eyes are burning. He was wearing a uniform for knights and a sword against his hips, the uniforms have silver armour and a cape around his shoulder, those tight pants sticking on those thighs. The necklace was on his neck this time, his hair was tousled and messy because of tugging his hair harshly, making him look attractive. Why is he so hot and powerful?

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

The Gladiator wearing the Blue armor and horned helmet raises a sword as a salute to the deafening roar of the crowd. “And now, a Veteran of the Mercenary companies of Iberia!!! The Bane of the Eastern Knights, the Sword of Hades, The Champion of Capua!!! Cortez The Red Wolf!!!” The other Gladiator removes his helmet and bows to the crowd like the gentleman warrior he is. It turns out Red and Blue had real names but just when the announcer is ready to begin the fight it rains, but the crowd does not respond to it in fact nothing in the world is wet and then I look at my hands, my clothes and I realize I am the only one who is wet…

she called him by his real name The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies.

I knew it, after I saw him swing those heavy swords easily, I kmew that this guy is a strong one 'I'll definitely scout him no matter what happens' And I am also sure that he will pass this test not unless something unespected happens Whiñe the other one is a red haired boy, he have a bulky body. His name is Carsilio Grejo which is giving the same fierce eyes the same as the commander of the knights division. It's no wonder that he's strong. After all, by just seeing his body, he already looks powerful. But strangely, a while ago I didn't noticed him despite of his big body. Maybe because I'm too focused on Hyden and Calix's sudden appearabce that I wasn't able to notice him.

Its pulsing glow heightened by the darkness. Wrapped around their heads were multi-colored cloth that matched the bahag they were wearing. Exposing their lean and muscled legs. Pintados. The oldest, ancient and secretive breed of warriors, task to protect the kingdom. Living in secrecy, appearing only when imminent danger threatens the peace of Constancia. Even Wulfric himself, a general of the Royal Guards, is fascinated with the mystery shrouding their existence.

I despised being the bearer of bad news. “Do you need help, Leo?” Anthony picked up his phone from the table. “I will be needing some of your men. Tag along, Anthony. I want to take out the men of Vogar. But no bloodshed. I’ve had enough with that.” Anthony’s brow raised. “I doubt it’s possible to tame the animals without spilling blood.” “If it isn’t possible. We’ll create that positivity. Get me clothes.” Anthony strolled to the walk-in closet. In just seconds, he returned with a pair of trousers and a short sleeve shirt. He handed them to the beast. “I will get my men and cars ready,” Anthony stormed away.

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.