A Warrior's Fate の小説・ストーリー

They rubbed their hands and wanted to rush out to fight against the Immortals. The Immortals continuously withdrew. The Earth warriors were eager to kill, and they had already been covered by blood. They didn't know if it was their blood or that of their enemies. Anyway, they could only kill their enemies. "Ha, I should at least kill one of them. But I've killed 13 of them. It's a profit, a big profit. My children and grandchildren should remember my glory at this time." A warrior laughed wildly and spat out blood. His heart meridians were damaged. He was about to die, but he was not afraid at all.

After like a minute or two was gone, the warriors signed out. "They were warriors before death and warriors in death. They died as heroes, not giving in to the threats and tortures of their enemies. The dead warriors of the Reapers will always be remembered in our hearts for their sacrifices and contributions to the werewolf kingdom. Rest well brave warriors." I broke the sad silence.

His angry eyes pierced into mine, I receded in discomfort when he clasped my neck. "Where do you think you're going to princess!?." He yells making everywhere shake. "Please, let me go." I beseeched in tears. "I'll destroy you the same way I killed your father, the king." His grip on my neck became tighter, his eyes glowed red as I began to cough out black blood. I was suffocating, my vision became blur, all I could see is darkness taking over me. "Your powers are weak just like your father...." He whispers.

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

The five men were riding towards the inn where they had stayed the previous night to retrieve their belongings. "I understand. Everybody, please be wary about your surroundings and if possible, let's all stay together. We do not want to die here, on the lands of our enemy." Cathal stated and the four knights nodded. It was an honor to die for their motherland, but it was a dishonor for them if they were to die in their enemy kingdom, after being captured by a man like Dimitri.

Warriors moved through the village, grabbing, restraining, controlling. Villagers were dragged together—men, women, elders, children—all forced into a single space, bound and guarded. Some were confused, others begging and crying… One of the warriors stepped toward the Prince. “What about the rest?” The prince didn’t look at him. “Leave them.” A pause. Then— “So they can tell the story.” The warrior nodded and walked off. When it was over— The silence returned, the air heavy now. Bodies lay scattered across the outer grounds.

But every word felt hollow and useless. The people he had always relied on—his rock, his refuge—had crumbled under the weight of his mistakes and turned away from him for good.

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