Valiant Warrior 소설 & 이야기

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

She yelled back. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards myself. I was staying quiet because of you not anymore. Because you are not a fucking man you ain't worth it." * Selam guys! This is a teenager's story and this is somehow slow paced all of it will make sense after some more chapters :) have faith in me lol Happy reading

the elder says, raising his staff, "according to our sacred laws, any worthy male may still present himself as a challenger. If they believe they can better serve and impress the Blessed One, they may step forward and declare their intent." The field falls into a hushed silence. Then, one by one, three men raise their hands. What? The first two are young wolves from the town. They are tall, broad-shouldered, and clearly full of themselves. They step forward with confident smirks, already puffing out their chests. But it's the third man who makes my vision blur with pure, murderous rage. Valtor. He stands at the edge of the field, his silver hair gleaming under the sun, that familiar arrogant

The media drones hovered overhead, their silent lenses broadcasting every step to the waiting millions across the globe. Look at her, Alpha Marcus of the Southern Ridge muttered from the front row of the warrior gallery, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet front lines. He bowed his head deeply as Valerie passed. The woman who made our frontline immune to silver weaponry. She did not just save my vanguard, she gave us the keys to the entire continent. She is a packless stray who belongs in a human clinic, a sharp, aristocratic voice interrupted from the high elder benches.

He would prove to him that he wasn't the fashion king after all. Getting the message, Williams nodded his head and with the little smile still hanging on his face, asked "When will the meeting start?" "In thirty minutes, your highness." "Let's get going then." Williams said and walked out the door passed him. Mario smiled a smile of victory and immediately followed his boss as they walked down the hall way. Walking behind his master, all his senses were at alert, scrutinizing the whole passage to make sure Williams could thread safely on the royal blue rug beneath this foot. He was a guardian created for the Prince like Merlin was made for Arthur. He took it as a purpose and he loved this pu

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“I don’t even know his surname! I only know that he’s the Supreme Warrior and was called ‘Dragon of Cathysia’! “Now that everyone has retired from the army, our chances of seeing the Supreme Warrior slimmed down significantly. He seems to have retired into the forest and became a dragon slumbering in private. Since he doesn’t like to be disturbed, then let him be!” Quin spoke before a sigh escaped his lips. “My only wish is that I want to see what the Supreme Warrior looks like, just once. My life would be complete if I do. Alas, I’ve never seen him, let alone see his actual face. This is my only regret.”

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

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.

The icy water would hopefully provide some respite, if only temporarily, from the overwhelming burdens weighing on his mind. "Hmmm," he groaned as the cold droplets from the shower cascaded onto his skin, but it wasn't the chilly water that caused his distress. No, it was the searing pain raging within him, making every moment unbearable. Valour's Fort was an uncharted territory for Scar, a place he had never set foot in. He had heard tales of their formidable warriors, renowned for their unwavering determination in battle.