Valiant Warrior Romane & Geschichten

His voice was steady, controlled. I stared at him, fists clenching. Liar. "You were in on it," I said, my voice cold. "The ambush. The trap. The fact that we walked straight into their hands. And now, you sit here, acting clueless?" Valari scoffed, shifting his weight against the wall. "I'm your chief warrior, Ryan. Your commander. I have stood by your side in battle, led warriors in your name. And now, after one failed raid, you lock me up like a traitor?" He shook his head, disgust flashing across his face. "This is against my will. I have no part in whatever you think I did."

He moved gradually towards his warriors and rouges. "What has brought you here, rouges?" He emphatically in his alpha voice asked. "Your Highness, I'm Valde, head warrior of the royal family," one of the rouges walked up and bowed while saying. _____________________________________________________ well here it is it's a quick chapter for you guys Did you enjoy the chapter? vote, share, comment & follow and I'm sorry if it seems that I'm greedy Word Count: 1283

I scanned the battle playing out in front of me. "Dario," Valerian said while he checked the battlefield again. "These are not the regular weaklings he had in his alliance," he pointed at one of the dead invaders on the ground. "This man is an Ilyamdian, they are fierce fighters, almost comparable to us." "That is new, how come we didn't know this." I was still speaking when different runners came to report to Valerian about the fighting they were having. "Do you see that?" "See what?" Valerian asked just as the last runner left him.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

This warrior didn't have a beard, unlike the others I had read about or encountered during my training. "My name is Shawn," His voice boisterously echoed off the walls. He reeked of confidence, and that didn't sit well with me. "I've come from a far land in search of the Valkyrie, so that my people can have her," he smiled devilishly. "And destroy her spirit, so she can never attain her mantle."

I quickly spun around, bringing my sword down with all my strength toward his golden helmet. *CLANG!* The metallic sound reverberated as he blocked the strike with his blade, sparks flying between us. "I’ve heard you’re one of the best warriors, making many Alphas submit to you, conquering entire packs. They say you’re so cruel that you don’t even spare orphans and widows, taking women to make them your sexual slaves. I admit I’ve been looking forward to this fight!" Valentim snarled, pushing my blade away and countering with a brutal kick to my torso.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Victoria wore obsidian scale armor that gleamed like wet blood, a short curved blade at her hip, and a cloak the color of fresh night. They joined the garrison at dusk—two hundred Valrosian soldiers in black and crimson, silent and disciplined. Raven rode behind Victoria on the same black stallion, arms around the vampire princess’s waist, the new book and her father’s tome secure in her satchel. The battlefield waited on the eastern frontier: a scorched valley where demonkin warbands had pushed through the border wards. The air stank of sulfur and burning flesh before the first horn sounded. The fight came fast and brutal.

“Take them down for me.” Along with Lucio’s order, the peerage beside him, Valdis, was the first to rush up toward Tyr. He started by throwing out a punch with his fist wrapped with an overbearing layer of vigorous energy. As one of the Four Great Peerages of the Windsor Family, Valdis’s strength was absolutely not underestimated. “Humph!!!” Tyr, however, coldly snorted and did not have the slightest hints of fear. Tyr also blasted a punch to counterattack. Although he did not have internal strength, his combat power had long reached an astounding level.