Romans & histoires Guerrier

“You will always be beneath me Pietro so it will do you well to remember the next time we have business together—I can kill you and dispose of your body without a single trace as easy as I can pull out my cock and take a fucking piss,” Pietro nodded. Yes. Now that fear was really there, in his eyes. “And I am not my fucking father, I’m worse,” The way to know if you’ve successfully become a Guerriero is the fear in their eyes. The horror that goes through their minds when they see you. That is all you should work towards. That is all that matters. Alexander’s grandfather had repeated those words to him almost everyday of his life, it was ingrained into his ver

He knew that things could turn violent at any moment, and he was ready for it. Suddenly, one of the creatures stepped forward, throwing back its hood to reveal a face that was both terrifying and gentle. This was no humanoid specie in anyway. His face revealed the fangs like that of a ferocious saber toothed tiger. But the eyes betrayed the whole physiology. The eyes could tell you that they were kind and compassionate. He had a third eye that all of a sudden, when opened, seemed to pierce into them as though searching their soul to reveal hidden agendas from them. His name is Lucien.

Here are the twelve, including Karim: Karim Karim, the seasoned hunter, was the leader of the twelve. His keen senses and extensive knowledge of the land and its creatures made him an invaluable asset. With a rugged appearance and a calm demeanor, Karim was a man of few words but profound wisdom. His ability to track and anticipate the movements of the enemy was unmatched. Leif Leif was a towering figure, a blacksmith by trade with muscles honed from years of working with heavy metals. His strength was legendary, and he wielded a massive war hammer with ease. Despite his intimidating appearance, Leif had a gentle heart and a deep sense of justice.

He was with his friends and Matthew. "These are my guys, Ope, Tariq, John and you know Matthew." Deji introduced two of Matthew's friends. "How far? Christiana's man abi?" Matthew asked and James nodded. "This is Christiana's man? No wonder." Ope said, James furrowed his eyebrow. "No mind the werey jare." Deji waved Ope off. "Well this is Mustapha, Daniel and Seun." They shook each other. "Oya naw, let's start 4-4." Deji said.." I go first chill, I wan see something." Ope said going to sit down. James quickly shot Christiana a quick text.

The night vision goggles made her eyes glow an eerie green. 2. **Marco** - Damien's lieutenant dual-wielded SIG Sauer MPXs, his movements precise as he cleared the corners. The ceramic plates in his vest were rated to stop .308 rounds at point-blank range. 3. **The Asset** - A 6'7" brute in full riot gear that made him look like a futuristic knight. The helmet came off to reveal Damien, his storm-gray eyes burning with barely contained fury. Arthur was already moving, his sedation-resistant body dragging toward the emergency exit. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting his teeth crimson when he laughed. "You brought my granddaughter to a gunfight?" His voice was a grotesque parody of

His voice was loud and confident, unafraid of possible consequences of his actions. “Milano, sir. Milano’s the name, sir.” He saluted again, raising his head from it's bowed position, eyes bright with pride. Milano. I hadn't heard that name before. He seemed like one of the new recruits. Probably was. “Fall out.” I said simply, my hands finding their way behind me. He was relatively tall, muscles stretching his clothes taut with force. He walked out, hand placed proudly on his bright brown, leather belt. Probably from his first paycheck. Hadn't been here more than a month. Two months, if he was extra dumb. His heels clicked loudly across the concrete, slow and prideful, moving towards me wit

Theron POV The morning was already a disaster because the courtyard was full of nervous warriors and the smell of the dead messenger was still hanging in the Great Hall, so when a black carriage with the iron seal of the Mercenary Guild rolled through the gates, I knew things were only going to get more complicated. I walked down the front steps with Marcus trailing behind me, while the guards stepped back to let the carriage stop right in front of the main entrance. A man stepped out who was wearing a heavy grey coat and a silver monocle, and he looked at the dirt on the ground with a look of pure disgust before he turned his eyes toward me. He was the High Arbiter of the Guild, the man who

She crashed hard against the ground. Pain exploded through her body immediately. Sharp enough to steal her breath. But Guerero never even looked back. Not once. He attacked Genaro head-on. Reckless. Furious. A fatal mistake. Because Genaro had already been waiting for him. In a single blink, he shifted. His beast burst outward violently. Massive. Monstrous. The sheer size of him made nearby warriors stumble backward instinctively. Then Genaro slammed Guerero into the ground with terrifying force.

A long silver spear rested in the warrior’s hand. The newcomer pulled off his hood. His dark hair fell around sharp, confident eyes. “Miss me?” he said. Kael stared in disbelief. “Aeron?” The man grinned. “The one and only.” Luna looked between them. “You two know each other?” Kael nodded slowly. “He’s one of the best warriors of the Eastern Guardians.” Aeron bowed slightly toward Luna. “And you must be the famous Moonbearer.” She shrugged. “Still getting used to that title.” Aeron twirled his spear.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.