A Warrior's Fate Novels & Stories

One wrong move, one slip, and everything we had could fall apart. She told me that she had once been promised to Rowan, the Alpha of the Moonveil Pack. Everyone in Darkpine Woods knew his name. His pack was the most powerful, and his word was law. She was meant to become his Luna, his mate and partner in leading the pack. But she had rejected him.

Still, I can't miss her sunken eyes. I turn to Ezekiel. He also looks stressed out by the fighting. The three of us have been planning and training for this war for days on end. I understand their tiredness, and that's why I refuse to burden them with joining me in Yuletide. "Neither of you has to leave here. I will fight alongside the armies of the other packs." "Sir, we've surveyed the situation. Most of the rogues aren't here any longer. So the fight must be stronger in the other packs."

"Here!" My head snapped up, I glanced at Ben, our eyes met, then we rushed to Newt. The gangly professor was leaning over a scripture so old, the pages had coloured yellow. It was in a language I didn't understand, but Newt readout so fast it may as well have been English. "The Valderian, a warrior born every six years destined to find the stone cup." I glanced at Ben, confused. "I'm lost. What are we meant to bring them?"

Weak, hungry, and extremely thirsty. The sun remained unforgiving, and again, Jade’s hope started to turn into despair. Perhaps she was right from the start. She wouldn’t make it out alive. Jade dropped to her knees, then, she slowly let her tired body fall. As soon as her face hit the sand, she heard the faint sound of clanking metal. Was that the call of Death? The sound grew louder. Soon, it wasn’t just the sound of metal, this time it was accompanied by the brays of some animal and a few frantic whispers. “Is it still breathing?”

Regret that the person your soul and wolf is bound to forever is not the right kind of person for you. People forget that Fate doesn’t plan for everyone to have a happy ever after. Fate is not a fairy godmother granting wishes. Some people have to suffer to make the greater plans of the world move. You can’t make everyone happy. So some people, like my poor sister Pen, must be mated to the sadistic bullies of the world because Fate has a higher plan than her daily life.

“You came…” “We were sent.” He looked past them briefly. “…She is not here?” “No.” Relief and pain crossed his face at the same time. “Good.” They moved to support him. “What happened here?” one of them asked. His expression darkened. “War, betrayal ” The word came heavy. “The council… the warriors… they turned…” “We know,” the warrior said. “We were told Darius is dead.” That made him look up sharply. “No.” Silence fell instantly.

“But enough of the pleasantries. Is it ready?” “Well, we are one member short but I doubt that would do anything to the amount of gold you would receive from the king!” “Me neither, but don’t lose another fugitive! I need them all if I’m going to elevated to master Warrior!” The Warrior spoke with greed, moonlight reflecting off his dark brown skin. “Yes yes, every other person is loyal.” The Warrior looked sceptic, even I would not trust a man like Jharad just by his words. “When do me and my men move?”

“But I could be. One wrong choice. One sacrifice too many. That’s what scares me.” He brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. “Then let me be the one to remind you who you are when it gets hard.” I closed my eyes. God, I wanted to believe him. But I knew the road ahead wasn’t just paved in blood. It was built on it. --- By morning, ravens had carried our summons to every corner of the wild territories. Not all would answer. But those who did would come ready for war. In the courtyard, I stood before my warriors—my pack. Some were new. Some had followed me from Silverclaw. Others were born of the rebellion, their loyalty forged in fire and loss.

The warrior’s eyes widened in fear, but he remained silent, his lips sealed tight with defiance, unsure of what I meant that moment or the nature of his fate. Unwilling to let him succumb to the poison that coursed through his veins, I signaled for my men to bring forth the antidote we had prepared. With careful action, I administered the life-saving serum, watching as the color returned to the warrior’s cheeks and his breathing steadied before the poison fully took effect. “Why are you attacking us?” I demanded, my voice cold and commanding. The warrior hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering with uncertainty. But then, with a resigned sigh, he began to speak but unclearly. I listened i

I sniffle, knowing the boisterous tone of his voice like black ink smeared across a white canvas. “Come into the light before the darkness claims you.” He says in a rush, trying his best not to order me at the same time. I sigh deeply. “There is no point in me coming into the light, my brother in-mate.” “That is not true.” “It is!” I cry out. “I am dead. I failed Mahji. I failed my babies, my King, and I failed you. Your death…” “You have crossed over to the other side, yes.” He cuts me off. “But you are now in the realm of warriors because you are a warrior, believe it or not.”