Peerless Warrior の小説・ストーリー

"Dinner’s almost ready." I looked at the dishes on the table. Every single one was a favorite of mine. Now, they just made me feel sick. The man in front of me wore a standard Delta warrior uniform, sleeves rolled up to reveal his powerful forearms. He looked so ordinary. It was impossible to reconcile this man with the Alpha of the Moonlight Pack. "Halen, why are you just standing there?" He gently guided me into a chair, his eyes full of warmth and expectation. I coldly pushed away the plate he handed me.

If they only knew what he'd done to deserve it, they'd be quaking in their sealskin boots. Brand slowly appraised the young warrior from head to toe. He wondered idly what he had done to gain his position at the Chieftain's table. He was impressive enough, he supposed, had he been in the twenty-first century. With his bulging biceps, thick blond hair and square jaw, the ladies would love him, but he was the equivalent of a 100-pound weakling compared to Brand and most of the other warriors he had seen here so far. In fact, he bet the shieldmaiden could take the puppy. Brand stretched and feigned a yawn. "And where is Magnus this morning, young Leif?"

They should only kill people. I then noticed that the people we were meeting were also warriors who were just clothes in normal clothes but I laughed. They were never going to be a match to my immortal armies. None of them could be armed. When these warriors saw this they began to run from their lives and my immortal men pursued them, tearing them into pieces. Jaylen's POV

a message popped up on my phone. A sly smile spread across my face as I read the words. It was so unreal. Even though I had no idea who this person was, he had become an integral part of my life. The training grounds were alive with the sounds of sparring—growls, shouts, and the clash of claws. The sun was high, casting a warm light across the field where warriors honed their skills daily. I had spent the morning practising with Axel and other warriors, pushing myself harder than usual to be ready for anything.

The sweats on their forehead and palms were starting to drip to the floor as they prayed to the goddess to save them. Although they haven’t really had a direct encounter with the Moon born heir, his reputation as someone who was ruthless preceded him. So much that every single warrior feared him. No one wanted to find out for themselves just how ruthless he can truly be. A threatening smirk stretched up at the corner of Krisen's lips. “So, you are saying you all are useless?”

"Sure, that's good. I'll introduce you to the chair--" "No." "What do you mean, no?" "I want to become a warrior, a Bulwarkian warrior." Amnisty gulped. She knew that Peony was a member of NPU, the strongest group in Seacrest. She knew because of the uniform of Peony. Some part of her doesn't want Peony to become a warrior again for unknown reasons. Peony stood up. She was taller than Amnisty, she's five feet and ten inches. She has an angel's beauty but her aura is screaming in different ways.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

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

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

She widens her eyes, staring at him in disbelief. "Hey, you are not going to be by my side and dress like that on my first day of..." "I am only this far away," he holds out his middle and forefinger, leaving a very small gap between them, "from going insane. Lord help me if I should be involved in your perfectionist behavior before you get used to your new rank. And you are forgetting I am a Warrior whose job is to train other warriors? This is normal dress code for me and what I do. If you only want to wear starched and ironed clothes, that is your problem. I prefer to breath."