A Warrior's Fate Novels & Stories

Kael is nothing but frailty and failure. Karrik stands nearby, observing with a calculating gaze. He doesn’t intervene when Kael stumbles, doesn’t call for a break when his body clearly starts to give out. He knows the orders well. there is no mercy for that disgusting slug. Not now. Not ever. The drill ends when Kael finally collapses face-first into the dirt, his arms refusing to lift his body anymore. The warriors don’t help him up. They simply step over him, moving on to their next set of tasks, while he lies there, panting like a dying animal.

Asked the werewolf. "I know now, who you are, what your lineage is, and seems to me that fate is a twisted bitch with revenge on her heart!" Said Morgaine looking at his eyes. "Would you care to explain?" Asked Rufus with an arched eyebrow. "Don't know if I should..." Morgaine started, seeing the reaction of the young man, who pressed his fists against the table, to control his anger, all her guard and servants were silent, not wanting the cold wrath of the woman turned toward them, "oh! Whatever... I'll tell you, that I knew your parents, your father died in a battle that he created and your mother after abandoning you she died to maintain the treaty, so you could live, hidden spirits know

A subtle knock was on my door and when the door opened, Dante appeared with his new beta, of which he was told to wait outside. "Good morning your majesty," he greeted me as I nodded. "So Dante, you said you wanted to see me," I asked, going straight to the point. "Yes sir, there was another attack and they left a letter,"'he replied, handing me a rough sheet with blood stained. "They want to break their allegiance sir, which means another war will break out," Dante informed. I can't have another war, I haven't even settled the Kai issue, it makes trusting Kai with my kingdom really hard.

They would confront the ancient evil front, gaining strength from their love, unity, and the artifact's power. The pack prepared to conduct a conflict that would change the direction of their fate as the moon rose high in the night sky, sending its ethereal radiance onto the battlefield. They stood united, strong, and resolute, ready to defend all they valued. The moment had come to confront the darkness, bring light into the shadows, and demonstrate that love, unity, and unflinching commitment could triumph over even the most terrible opponents. The fate of their pack, their love, and the supernatural world was at stake, and they would battle with everything they had to guarantee that virtu

"Theodore, you are a gem for our pack and our realm. Sometimes I think that If you were in the River Moon pack, maybe today my parents and family would be alive. They could stop the war before it was coming." "Luna. You can listen to my words and work on them. I can tell you the problem only. But the solution is fate. Only fate can give you the solution it wants. I told you and Alpha about my dream, about the war. You all got prepared, but you could not stop the war. Why? Because the war had already been written in our fate to happen. It was your fate to save your mate. You saved him and killed his enemy. We won the war and the pack is still under us. It's also our fate."

He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world, "I am a Stalza. And if you know about us," he said in a funny informing tone, "if you know then you would also know that we are anything but sweet and gullible people." He finished his little speech. She could not belive him at all. She was scared with sweat dripping off from her face and tears rolling down her cheeks. She was shuddering and he was busy in boasting about himself. "He is dangerous. They are dangerous." A sudden sense of urgency wrapped around her mind as she only had two options - Fight or Flight.

It's pretty cool, though. "That's crazy. I didn't think there was anything behind it." I hear Raven whisper from her chair next to me. Atleast we are all pretty shocked by this and it's not just me. "Yes, it's interesting information, but it's not important right now. Any other questions about your appearance or can I continue?" We all shake our heads to let him know we don't have any more questions. "Ok, so more about the prophecy. In the prophecy it states that there is a war upon us that will forever change the fate of the werewolf population. It will be a war between the Rogues and peaceful packs. If the rogues win, our world will be tossed into chaos that's filled with death and misery.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."