A Warrior Exiled By The Hero And His Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

His personality shined too bright, his confidence to take care of the tribe too strong for me to shake. They loved him, just like my father. Many dragons came to congratulate and console him while I stood up from the pile of rotting food. I was now exiled, a piece of rubbish, old food to be stomped upon. My eyes wander to Amora, who hands off a screaming child. Picking up her dress, she runs to me, only to have another dragon lead her to her mate. “Creed,” she whispered softly, her voice tender as the sister I thought her to be. Her eyes soaked, not knowing what to do.

I feel like a failure, I have failed not only my people, but myself. I made an oath to never allow war to come upon our lands again. And this time, I was the one who invited it to walk right through the door. I was the one who broke the truce that brought peace to our lands and the humans. I was the one who made it worse by sleeping with the General’s daughter when I have crowds of my own women at the tips of my fingers. “Jaden?” Selena’s voice startles me from my thoughts and I look towards her as she lay on the ground.

His hands cupped my face gently as stared at eachother for a moment. And I couldn't deny the stir in my heart, the love we shared for the past two year over took my senses and I found myself leaning unto him because the man I was seeing was the Salvatore I knew, caring, pure and loving. ‘No, this can't happen. He killed my father and deceived me. I can't get laid by him,’ I said, internally and tried pushing me way but his strength overpowered mine. I was about to shout for help when an escape idea dropped in my mind. Marcello's vulnerable state was a good opportunity to escape from here, no one would know I had gone since they know we were in the same room.

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

That being said, even I feel pity for her. As for Duncan, as he was so foolish as to believe and oblige to his lover’s every whim, he pretty much shared the same fate as Ashley. Supposedly, as he seemed to believe he and his lover were untouchable, and had clearly been spoiled as a pup, as a werewolf with Alpha blood, he needed to get hit hard by a large dose of reality before his exile. In a way, it was more of a merciful act than it was an additional punishment. Assuming, of course, if he would live through it.

Alpha king Varyn ”. I say And suddenly the tent feels too small. My breath burns. Outside, voices rise sharp with anger. Outlaws: “She carries their blood.” “Her mother drove us out.” “Her lover hunts us still.” The wolf-king lifts his hand. The noise dies. His eyes hold me. “You admit your lineage. You do not hide your mother’s name. Then tell me—why come here? Why seek shelter among those she cast into exile?”

"They have tested me, tried to cast me out, and forced me to wander while our pack suffered. I will not beg for their loyalty. But I will fight to protect what is ours. Nora leads, and I stand behind her—anyone who doubts that can test me if they wish." His words brought a shift in the tension within the clearing. Several warriors stepped back, their loyalty rocked by guilt or awe. Others shifted uncomfortably, realizing that the Alpha they'd exiled was not only alive but unbroken, and the woman at his side—once vulnerable, now a force unto her own right—would not allow their dissension to go unchecked.

happiness was something that could not describe what he felt, it was pure bliss. For years of his life, he had resigned to the fate of possibly not having the chance to be with his mate after he swore an oath to that man that his body, and his life will be his. Xerxes, the Moon Guardian, a loyal knight and the keeper of the stars, had saved him and his kingdom from death, extinction. And in turn, he will be his, and devote his life to Xerxes and his lover, Meiko, the Moon Goddess, his wife who happened to reside inside the body of his mate, Zane who now lives as Zinnia.

"I was bleeding in that courtyard. I looked at you to be my superhero. I trusted you to protect me from her! But you did not just banish me, Cillian." I stepped out completely from Kaelen's shadow. I pointed my shaking finger right at his bloody hands. "You ordered me tied to that post," I cried, the bitter anger tearing my throat apart. "You held the heavy leather whip yourself! You tore my back open to the bone! And when I was bleeding on the cold stones, begging the Goddess for mercy, you turned your back on me to go marry her!" The Warlord broke completely. He let out a loud, agonizing cry of pure self-hatred. He bent forward until his forehead touched the bloody snow at his knees. He gr

Mahisar fled to his quarters, his breath ragged, the edges of his vision still pulsing with the aftershocks of pain. His master’s fury was unlike anything he had ever felt. The plan had to change—and fast—if they were to have any hope of defeating the Goddess Warrior and the growing alliance at her back. Failing to seize her weapons, let alone destroy them, had tilted the balance sharply against them.