Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Fate

Black-cloaked and their eyes burning like coal. The trap had been set. And we’d walked right into it. We didn't have enough numbers but they still found a way to cut the ones we had. “TO ARMS!” I shouted through the mindlink. “NOW!” Our army moved. Fast. Warriors formed a line. Healers stood behind them. Wolves shifted, claws bared, fangs ready. My people were fire-forged, tested in grief and loss, and we would not break easily. The war began.

"But if you run now, you're not just abandoning your Queen. You're abandoning your brothers. Your sisters. Everyone who's counting on you." "What if we're already too late?" a woman asked. "What if she's already dead?" "Then we make them pay for it." The words came out like a growl. Every warrior felt it in their bones. "But she's not dead," Lucian said. "I can feel her. She's fighting. And while she fights, we fight." A warrior near the back started walking away. Just turned around and left. "Coward," someone whispered. The warrior kept walking. Two more followed him.

Phoenix nods grimly. "It was as if he took some twisted satisfaction in seeing his enemy's final moments. The warriors were horrified. They had expected to find a terrified, broken boy. Instead, they found someone who had become a relentless predator, someone who had been pushed to the brink and had found a dark, cruel strength within himself."

The heartbeat shook the world again. This time stronger. Closer. The warrior looked downward. Then: "He was supposed to save everything." A pause. Then his eyes filled with sorrow. "He failed." Silence. Nobody spoke. Then Ava finally asked the question everyone was thinking. "What happened to him?" The warrior laughed. A bitter laugh. The kind born from centuries of regret. Then: "He survived." The valley froze. Thomas felt cold. Very cold. Because somehow that answer felt worse. Much worse. Then the warrior looked directly at him.

The unnamed warrior, covered in his own blood as his chest slowly heaved and fell. My breath caught. I didn’t even know what to feel—fear, guilt, pain or anger? The warrior was now in his human form, slowly taking his last breaths. He was looking me directly in the eyes, and for unknown reasons, I was frozen in place, unable to move under the scrutiny of his weak eyes. Sometimes I feel cursed with the kind of heart I was born with. How could I still feel pity towards a man who had the intent of taking my life?

The land beneath my boots trembled faintly, a constant reminder that the world itself was being wounded somewhere far beyond our sight. My warriors stood in perfect formation—rows upon rows of hardened fighters, armor strapped tight, blades sharpened until they gleamed like slivers of moonlight. Some were veterans, scars crisscrossing their skin like maps of past wars. Others were young—barely blooded—but their eyes burned with the same fire. None of them wavered. They knew what waited beyond the horizon. Death. Darkness. Or victory bought with blood. I drew a slow breath and stepped forward.

He said, his eyes locked on the rogue, “But a good warrior doesn’t abandon his team. A real warrior dies with honor, not in cowardice.” The rogue’s eyes widened in terror as Alpha Czar lifted his hand, his claws slowly elongating, turning into deadly weapons. The rogue barely had time to comprehend what was happening before he struck. With lightning speed, Alpha Czar’s claws slashed through the rogue’s neck, severing veins and spilling blood onto the floor. The rogue gasped for breath, his hands flying to his throat, but it was too late. He collapsed in a lifeless heap at his Alpha's feet.

Ryan! Sending out an urgent link, I call all my warriors. They arrived quickly but many of them were not in a good condition, they were drunk after celebrating Simon’s wedding. Thankfully there were still a few who were due to come on shift so they were sober. “PREPARE FOR WAR!!” If Ryan thinks he can take my mate this way, I will show him what a true takeover is like! My warriors gather weapons quickly. Returning to their place in front of me as they await their next order.

Stabbed and slashed by the sword could be healed even if it was deep but severity from castration of limbs was not. So far some of their warriors been castrated severely that led to their death. Yes, its sad and painful having a falling warriors but its a war they entered. Emotions of pity and sympathy been locked away. Their warriors already accept the faith of what would happen to them so as he. Protecting Mavis was their ultimate priority. it still is. For their love ones, for their family and friends. To the people of Mavis who could not defend theirselves. This was for the new generations. Putting their lives on the front was the oath they've spoken and vowed. This is for Mavis new gene

"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."