A Warrior's Fate Novels & Stories

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

He hissed, shielding his eyes. I didn’t hesitate. I lunged forward, my claws raking across his chest. His leather armor cracked, his blood steaming in the cold air. He stumbled backward, clutching the wound, fury twisting his features. He looked at me then, blood dripping from his mouth. “You think this is victory?” “It’s fate,” I said. He laughed once, harsh and broken. “I hope you choke on it.” I stepped closer. “You could have stood beside me. You could have rebuilt what our fathers destroyed.”

The wound was very deep and she was dying in my arms without me being able to do something and when her partner arrived he accused the older male that he had been the one who had hurt her before his eyes turned white- The wolf stopped talking and Jade saw him take a deep breath and it was then that she realized she hadn't breathed either. -If the younger male had not snatched her female from the older male, the female would still be alive. If they had not been together, the female would not have killed the elder's cub. It was all the minor male's fault. The older male could not stay with his family, he could not stay in command, he went crazy and was only looking for blood and revenge- he la

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

"But we respect the sacrifice. So we'll fight hard. Make your seventy-six years worth it." They disappear. I'm alone on the bridge. The binding still burning in my soul. Seventy-six years. Maybe centuries of service after death. But tomorrow, Callum's crew gets thirty fae warriors. Tomorrow, the odds change. Tomorrow, they might survive. Worth it.

"I had asked you not to show your face to me without bringing my son and Leander's daughter to me. You did and must pay." "I brought Mr. Wilkinson to you," the warrior grunted. "So?" "Wicked Alpha Janus," the warrior snorted. "May you meet your Waterloo sooner than you'd ever expect." With that, the warrior died. "I wish I could wake you from death so I can torment you," Alpha Janus sneered as he stared down at the warrior. "Oh well," Alpha Janus shrugged and kicked the body of the warrior. "I don't need to worry because the devil would do that for me when you get to Hades. I'd join him in tormenting you when I get to Hades after I've lived and ruled for centuries."

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

I roared. The witch heard me but cackled. I saw warriors, trackers and all those fit for battle falling. My wolf wailed and fought for control. This slaughter was not something I could watch. I was the son of Valerio. I was of a strong bloodline. The blood of my ancestors was flowing in my veins. I was not failing my pack.

River's fingers trailed the spine of the next book, its leather cover worn smooth by countless readings. "The Lame Warrior's Triumph," she whispered, opening the pages to reveal the tale of Kaid. Thane's eyes sparkled with curiosity as River began to read: "Kaid, a warrior injured in battle, was deemed unfit for later battles. Yet, he refused to accept fate's dictate. Instead, he honed his mind, sharpening his wit and strategic thinking." As River spoke, Thane's imagination conjured Kaid's determined face, his eyes burning with a fire that would not be extinguished.

Warren summoned his favourite Reiteki sword and held it against the man's neck. As a warrior, the man knew he lost. Looking back at all the atrocities he committed throughout his lifetime, he knew that his sins would eventually caught up with him. If only he didn't lose so miserably easy. Just for a second he underestimated his opponent and it cost him his life.