Peerless Warrior Romane & Geschichten

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

“Apart from that, he has never failed a mission. Since the time he became a warrior, he has completed every single mission he has been given. Due to this, even before he became a Named Beastman, he was popularly called Pacesetter. He was seen as the peak of warriors. If you think that isn’t impressive enough, check this out: he was officially allowed to go on missions when he was just 16 years old! He faced many who had more stars than he did, but never lost! That is why he was given the title of ‘Shatterer’. It means he is one who breaks others but can never be broken.” Kylie listened to Davies’ explanation with a stunned look in her eyes. She could tell that Davies was excited to see Shatt

Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision. And now, It was time for the War Immortal to appear, riding his majestic Agalariept. He carried his sword on his back, still dripping with blood from his enemies. The helmet on his head was topped with twisted dragon horns. And the armour he wore was made from the dragon's impenetrable scales. This appears to be his latest victim.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

Just my parents' tombstone covered in a thick, dark trail of crimson liquid. My gaze then quickly trailed to the single, unfamiliar person who was still standing right behind the concrete headstone, his big hand holding a silvery dagger similar to Azrael’s, coated in the same dark and crimson liquid. To say he was the true definition of warrior was an understatement. No, he didn’t look like a warrior, he looked like the warrior. The warrior of all warriors. Commander above all armies that ever existed. His buff, heavily muscular frame looked like it could put to shame any other of his siblings I’ve encountered so far. He looked so intimidating that I think even the fiercest human on earth wo

Third Person Chassy, as alpha and assistant commander, stood before the assembled warriors from neighboring packs. Her gaze was unwavering, her presence exuding both authority and confidence. The training session was about to begin, and she knew that the warriors were here to learn the skills necessary to confront the formidable enemy they faced: vampires. "Warriors," Chassy began, her voice carrying a tone of command. "Today, we embark on a journey to prepare ourselves for the challenges that lie ahead. Vampires are cunning and powerful adversaries, but with the right knowledge and skills, we can prevail."

He chuckled menacingly,grinning from ear to ear. "Just a matter of time." "Just a matter of time before the legendary warrior returns. Oh what a sight it would be I have longed for this in all my years of existence. After all the centuries I have been earthbound, I haven't been this excited in my long, long, life. Oh what joy it will bring me to see the stream of tears that will flow through the eyes of the morning star when he would realise that he has failed after all the endless debates and quarrels. The hood shall always prevail."

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

“They're here.” I gave the signs to shift and put up the formation. Pernwél was flanked by David, one of our fastest and youngest warriors. She could ride him and do damage from a distance with her bow and arrow. His slim figure could jump easily between brawlers and make sure of a swift escape. The whole pack quickly shifted, except Pernwél, Alpha Zane and two of his men. They carried weapons that could cut clean through the attackers with one fell swoop, practically sharp guillotines.