Guerreiro Novels & Stories

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

The guy flinched back in fear. His mind recalled the lost battle. And suddenly he realized where he was and how he ended up there. "S...Silvia?" The man tried and pretended to be unaware but Hunter wasn't having it. With a low growl, his claws extended out and he grabbed that guy's throat letting his claws pierce his skin causing blood to ooze out. "She... She was a seer who helped Alpha Alonso win all the battles," The guy said fearfully.

I greet him nicely. He lifted his head and look me in the eye “oh, yes, I am from group 5 as well, waiting for the others. May I know your name? I think it’s raining heavily there in their places” he looked up to see the sky tonight. The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather.

Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin. "Sheesh you don't even know how useful this weapon you uncultured swine.! Just ask Eugene he will tell you just how useful this weapon is!" Eira huffs out defiantly. "Who?? Who is this E-Eugen??" Sorin asks confused. "Not Eugen it's Eugene, you know the dashing bandit who's nose always ends up getting skewered on the wanted posters?" Eira says as she looked at him if he understood. Sorin still looked confused.

He sang, clothed in embellished robe, holding a shimmering long sword with the letter ‘E’ blaze on it and in the other holding a decanter filled with the mixture of glowing honey and soaked egg in it. “Earlier I saw two of the Divine Humanes fighting those bounty hunters and it was magical, on the other hand not threatening enough.” Said a middle-aged male having a grandiose and a muscled body, with his brown dreadlocks packed upward, balbo bearded, dressed in fur clothing only covering the lower part of his body with the letter ‘G’ scared vividly on his brown-skinned muscled back.

His name was Jack, and he sported a spear which he hung his arms overusing it to brace his neck. Brett turned around and rubbed his scruffy beard. "The prince, the arch wizard, the warrior of lightning, and the knuckled high priest of Drykena. Killed a man they called demon here." "I've heard the story. The thing I want to know is why Hill and I are here." "Don't drag me into this," said Hill. He was shorter than the two men but thick in muscle and weight. He had two meaty hammers hanging on his waist. They looked more like clubs.

The roaring sounds of battle cries refreshed as his cavalry was spotted and slammed into the enemies archers and reserve troops, sending them into disarray as they turned to meet their deaths. The Blademaster, turned for just a second and shouted a command that Boro could not make out over the clangorous sounds of the battle. When they turned back ahead Boro was on them sword flashing. He used all his expertise to fight this person, Tiger in the grass, crouching low and sweeping his sword in a wide, horizontal arc at his opponent. Whoever it was behind that helmet met his form with one of their own, Bear hunts the Honey, a upward cut aimed at Boro's center of mass, to which he switched into

I'm a f**king king. I'm ruthless. I'm rude. I'm a lion in a sheep's clothing. I love the screams of the men that betray us. I love the sound of gunshot like the melody that my mother plays every night on her piano. I love the smell of the gunpowder. I love the fear radiating from the men when they come to know who I am. I am Rainal O'Brien. I can't be weak. I'm the fucking king and no one dares to cross me. I had no weaknesses other than my family and he is gone so there is nothing left except my mother who hid for so long so she won't be harmed by my enemies because a mafia definitely have allot of enemies.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”