Peerless Warrior Novels & Stories

Each Tungsten projectile pierced the provisional armor of Warlords as they are made of paper. He moved at a speed which was for the Plunderer was not tangible. He was everywhere at the same time, a swirling blade Muscles, steel and killing instinct. He drew all the attention of the army themselves. That was my sign. I put my gun on the edge of the rock. I dazzled the chaos that Brilliant and the muzzle fire under me. I breathed deeply and fixed the rusted, emergency repaired overpressure valve on top of the water tank

Precision. A blade whistled past my ear. I spun instinctively, heart slamming, to see a young warrior lowering his weapon, eyes wide. “Sorry,” he said quickly. “Didn’t see you there.” Liar. I met his gaze steadily. “Try again.” Murmurs rippled through the onlookers. The warrior hesitated. “I—I don’t think—” “I said try again.” This time, he attacked properly. I blocked, deflected, moved—not perfectly, but effectively. The clash rang through my bones, exhilarating and terrifying all at once. My wolf surged with approval.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

I think I’d make one hell of a bodyguard for some rich human and could draw in so much money that it wouldn’t matter what hierarchy a pack has, money talks their hierarchy is bullshit. After my run I headed to the Canteen and ate breakfast, then headed to the obstacle course and ran it twice. Then I joined a few warriors on patrol. Stanley and Oscar were friendly, though both seemed somewhat reserved around me. “Are you scared I may tell the Alpha what you say?” Oscar chuckled, “no, not at all, I’ve been part of this pack for years, I’m an elite not a normal warrior.” I nodded, “so what is with the elite warriors, what makes you so special?”

Phoenix teased the Blue Rain warrior as she slowly walked toward him with a devilish smile dancing on her lips. The warrior immediately retreated backward in panic, dragging himself on the ground like a frightened animal. “Please have mercy on me! I was only following orders. It wasn't my idea,” he cried out desperately, his voice cracking from fear. His cries echoed throughout the secret plane and could even be heard clearly by the audience outside. “That Blue Rain warrior is so fragile. Are you sure he's a trained elite warrior?” someone from the crowd asked mockingly. “Elite warrior indeed. He can't even compare to an ordinary pack member from the Blood Moon pack,” another person added.

However, they grew at a rapid rate; and by the time of the 5th Supreme, they were a force that could rival several top God Clans! In contrast to the sorry state of the warrior, the one who had sent him flying was spotless. His eyes were calm, and his breath was stable, suggesting that he had not been pushed anywhere near his limits. His white robe was without a single speck of dust, and his long spear boasted not a trace of rust. His green eyes and gorgeous appearance were things to envy, and his strength was that of a god! "You, return," a handsome green haired man whose looks could rival a planet's had an expression of disgust on his face as he called back the warrior who was bleeding. Beh