A Warrior's Fate Novels & Stories

“You can do both.” I shook my head. “I know my dad doesn’t have many female warriors, but that is going to change. You won’t be the only one that wants to be a warrior now. But warriors can still live a full life, including kids.” “I know. But I don’t want to choose.” Cass looked down at her plate. “A mate, a good mate, won’t make you choose.” I patted her hand and finished my steak. “The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. Mates are supposed to be your other half. I think your mate will understand your want to be a warrior and will support you.”

“The Moon Seer has finally seen it.” A tense silence fell. “Lucas is ready,” he said grimly. “The moon has marked him.” Murmurs rippled through the pack. “This is the destined day,” my father said, sweeping his gaze over every warrior. “The day when one shall be defeated.” For a heartbeat, the world stood still. Then the warriors erupted. Their voices rose in a fierce, unified roar, shaking the ground beneath us. Fists slammed chests. Weapons were raised. A war cry.

The orchestrator of this tragedy now faced the consequences of his malevolence, and I reveled in every bit of his suffering. As the flames consumed Draxler, I turned my attention to his warriors, each one meeting the same relentless fate. No warrior was spared as I set them ablaze, their cries echoing in the aftermath of the battle. The air was thick with the scent of burnt flesh, a grim reminder of the cost of their allegiance to the forces of darkness.

The Pack had gone gloomy living in terror and fear while I toil day and night to no avail and people die like rats every day. "Get me the moon messenger Blake, She must fight alongside us," I said and he gasped. "Don't you think that's dangerous?" He suggested. "People dying every day by an unknown creature is the most dangerous thing in my entire existence. Get Melissa and this time around, we are going to disperse in every nook and cranny of this pack." I blurted and he bowed trying to leave. "Wait!" I closed my eyes. "Go to Seven in one pack and get all the warriors there, make sure they come tonight.

I say firmly. “Over my body, you will be a warrior,” he said, his face inches from mine. I pushed him, annoyed at how he was behaving. “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, or no, I already told you. You don’t command me. You do not owe me, and my opinion is as valid as yours. I am your mate, and you are mine”. I shouted at him. He tumbles backward, not expecting to push him this hard, landing on Leno, who holds him.

There was something different in his eyes now, not doubt, not fear… certainty. Then he looked back at Liam. And this time, there was no restraint left. Not anger… not chaos… just absolute finality. “You heard her.” His voice was calm. Too calm. He stepped forward, placing himself fully between Liam and Hazel now. “This isn’t your story anymore.” Liam clenched his jaw, clearly not expecting that. His gaze flickered to Hazel again, desperate now. “Hazel, you don’t mean that, he’s just-” “He’s my husband.” Hazel said and Alan cut in before Hazel even needed to speak, his tone sharper now.

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

Garreth won't even know we're looking, as I was thousands of kilometers away. The sound of a metallic voice broke me out of my thoughts. “one minute down, the second warrior activated” I nervously waited to see what the announcement was for. But my heart sank as another warrior came to life, with his fiery red orbs in place of eyes. It pointed at me with his sword. “Prove thy worth, stinking deserter," and together with the first, they came charging . I was helpless and didn't know what to do. My heart pounded in my chest like a talking drum. There was no way to escape. And they were approaching where I was very fast.

All except his Gamma, who’s off on the grass, cradling another fallen body. Goddess. What a fucking mess. We won, but this doesn’t feel like victory. We all shift back, tugging on the shorts a warrior presses into our hands, then gather close to our parents. Max’s knees buckle, and he sinks down, clutching Seb’s limp and bloodied hand. Ralph, and Noah sink to the ground on either side of him. A lone howl rises from the field behind us, raw and grief-stricken. One voice becomes many, picked up by the warriors, then carried deeper into the territory until it’s everywhere. A chorus of mourning that rattles the very ground.

“Faster!” “You know how seers are,” Tristan answered. “They speak in riddles, nothing of what they say of the future is clear until the moment to do anything about it has passed.” “Except when it comes to the children of the gods,” the warrior answered. “The warrior princess’s fate is uncertain. As is yours, Firehand.” Tristan laughed. “Then how this fight ends may be a surprise to you and the gods alike. Although I suppose not.” A scream pierced my ears, and I whirled in time to observe a warrior clutching a burnt hole in his chest slump backward off the cliff, Tristan ’s axe already smashing with the weapon of the next.