All Chapters of Warrior of the Way: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Trace Wheeler ran his hand through his shaggy, walnut-colored hair as he stared over the box of plastic wrapped comic books at the small, dark-haired lady. She was engrossed in the section of comics she thumbed through, seriously examining each one, sliding some out a bit to get a better look at the cover. She was actually into comic books. He couldn't believe his luck. Most of the women he met had just rolled their eyes at him when they found out he was into comics. Of course, most never lasted past the knowledge that he lived with his mother still, but this woman thought it was sweet that he was determined to take care of his mother. "Most men would want their own bachelor pad so they could bring girls home for sex or something," she had said when he told her. "I think it's noble that you sacrifice your privacy for the benefit of your mother." Trace forced himself not to jump up and down. He had struck the motherlode. His friends in the chatroom didn't believe him. They made him send

As they left the diner, Trace took a deep breath before reaching out to take Giselle's hand. The conversation during lunch was scattered, both of them being shy, but he enjoyed getting lost in just being with her. "I enjoyed today," he said, as they walked back toward their cars. "It sucks that you have to go to work now."She dipped her head in a short nod. "I agree. Maybe I'll win the lottery one day and can skip the whole working for a living thing.""If I win, I'll share it with you."She blushed at his words, the pink tint to her flesh causing him to blush as well. "That would be sweet."He escorted her to her car, a classic by the looks of it, and for the first time, they managed a goodbye hug. "Call me when you get off work. If you want that is. Maybe we can do something." He took a deep breath, trying to slow his speech.She smiled, the blush still on her cheeks. "That would be nice.""Good." He held her door open for her as she slid behind the steering wheel. "I'll look forwar

"You have an amazing collection of history here," Famallumi said as he entered the back room with the elderly Wanda in tow. "I never knew humans knew so much about the faerie world. How did you come by all of this lore?"Rhychard watched as the elderly witch walked over to the snack table with the Lore Master Apprentice. Though Famallumi was young for an elf, he was practically the same age as Wanda. "A collection of sightings and interactions gathered over the centuries," she said as they both reached for some homemade cookies Wanda had brought with her."I would love to peruse your histories at some point if that is acceptable," the elf said, rubbing his hands together as if he talked about treasure rather than books. Then again, Rhychard assumed to a Lore Master Apprentice, books were a type of treasure.Tansy nodded. "You're welcome here anytime."Famallumi reacted like a child on Christmas morning. Rhychard just shook his head.The other witches, Alex Barrister and Kayla Lewell, w

Rhychard knelt behind a thick oak, the cloak he had found in his father's garage a week or so back hiding him from prying eyes, the Guardian Sword and iron swords strapped to his back and out of sight. He had also selected to wear his brace of throwing knives, just on the off chance something did go awry tonight. He preferred to be over-prepared as to under. On the other side of the cemetery, Kree sat on his haunches, tongue lolling as he kept an eye on the skies. Once Rhychard left the Murky Cauldron, he made sure Renny was safely locked in his condo with Famallumi as the Warrior discussed with Kree what the witches intended at the cemetery. The coshey agreed that they needed to provide protection while the coven performed their ceremony. :It is still too soon from the Unseelie's defeat to be safe from retaliation. The witches will be targets for sure.:They arrived before the witches, able to watch the small coven enter the cemetery and prepare for their ceremony. The night held a f

It felt as if something poked him in the cheek as wakefulness tugged at the edges of his senses. Rhychard did his best to ignore it as he stretched, his muscles still sore and stiff from the battle with the gargoyles. As he settled back into the bed, he wrapped his arm around Renny, pulling her bare back against his chest. He was still not used to her being in his bed, but he would never complain. He had her back, and he was never letting go. Hell, he could hardly let her out of his sight.Once the battle was over, he headed straight back to his condo and the warmth of his bed, the warmth of Renny's body. He did take a shower first, of course. He was sure Renny wouldn't appreciate him climbing into bed covered in gargoyle blood and ash. Jayden offered to take Buttercup home, which he wasn't sure if it meant his condo or the Valentine home. Kree, of course, just wandered off, saying he would get home on his own. He wanted to scout around some and see if he saw any more of the Unseelie l