Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Fate

She would fight until her last breath, and never give up hope. As the rogue wolves led her deeper into the forest, Althea braced herself for the unknown. She was a nobody, a forgotten warrior, but she refused to let them break her spirit. She would fight until the bitter end, and never give up the hope of freedom.

Prologue "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. The man standing above me was still waiting for my reply. I was slumped on the ground, covered with dirt and blood, unable to look at my savior. Wouldn't it had been better, if he had not saved me. Maybe death was easier than the life I see ahead.

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.

Not many of his warriors were mates of the ones they rescued so other than the ones that were unfortunate enough not to fight to the best of their ability were killed, however, most of them took 4 or 5 enemy warriors with them, so it wasn’t a total loss. Just as Farris was down to the last warrior Lycan, he felt a twitch in his chest. He continued to fight, and he then felt as if someone was ripping his shoulder off. He managed to look and then duck the coming punch and kick combo from the Lycan warrior in front of him. Farris shakes it off and focuses back on the fight in front of him.

They were Death Warriors. Death Warriors, Suicide Warriors, Sacrificial Fighters, etc. There were many names for them. But they all meant one thing – someone whose life is worth nothing to their master. Death Warriors were warriors raised up and groomed all for the purpose of giving their lives for the ‘greater good’. They were meant to slow people down, and weaken stronger foes so that others can garner all the praise that came with conquering their enemies. That was what these profound wielders were doing. They didn’t fear death. They didn’t care about their lives at all. All they wanted to do was to inflict some sort of damage before dying so that Mane and Abe would be weakened sufficient

He seems surprised but doesn’t disagree with us. It is late in the afternoon. The pack has gathered for the goodbyes. We stand around the five pyres. Janus lies in the middle and has the biggest pyre. On his right side there are two smaller pyres for the two warriors who lost their lives yesterday. On his left side there are two pyres for Emerald and Amethyst, that are smaller than his but bigger than the pyres for the warriors. Zared takes the lead and welcomes everyone. The warriors will be sent off first. Their comrades hold a speech about how great they were. They share stories about drinking and women. Neither has a mate or pups. I notice neither of them are commemorated for being lov

But for how long? "What are you going to do now?" I asked, my concern slipping through before I could stop it. "Nothing—for now." His jaw flexed. "Once we get intel on their movements, we strike back." Another battle. Always another battle. So many wars fought because fate had cursed him with the wrong mate. I wondered how someone could destroy the person fate bound them to. But maybe betrayal was universal—it came in shades. I'd tasted it too. Maybe not as brutal as his, but it burned the same.

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

the system answered. As a passerby brushed past Keagan, their hurried footsteps unapologetically jostling him, he stood unwavering. The distraction failed to divert his gaze from the screen, his admiration undimmed as the no.12 hero triumphed over their formidable adversary. The grand hall erupted in a crescendo of cheers, echoing the aspirations deep within Keagan's heart. At that moment, a profound yearning swelled within him, the yearning to someday stand among those esteemed heroes. He nurtured an unspoken desire to partake in battles of such magnitude, to emerge victorious.

“No I don’t like this place, if people stay here for a long time they will die” "Who told you that?" He asked "Yesterday my friend Farouk died, that’s why I told you to get used to not seeing me in the morning" "Who told you about Farouk’s death?" He asked "I saw the ward boys taking his body yesterday. Will I ever go back home?” "Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you, you will come back home soon" His eyes were already full of tears, he didn’t want to lose him, he is all he has.