A Warrior's Fate Novels & Stories

“ This is our time! This is our moment! No more fear! No more waiting! We fight, and we win, or we fight and we die—but we die as LEGENDS! Our names will be written in the blood of our enemies! The world will remember today forever. ” A deafening roar erupts from the warriors, shaking the very ground beneath us. The fear is gone. Their blood is boiling, their eyes burning with fury, with purpose. I turn my back to them and look ahead. I think I have done good. Elita would have been grinning if she had heard me being so dramatic. The noises continue. They are not as silent anymore. They wait for the inevitable. And then it happens. A blurred figure emerges from the wood. Uncountable others fo

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

A grin spreads across my face as I play the voice message on my phone. “Grizz, their patrol numbers are less than half. Over 25% of his pack is now in the hospital, on their deathbeds. The other night, his own daughter came in with the same illness.” I replay it another dozen times. Poor Ruby. She was such a sweet girl. A small part of me hates to get her involved in my feud with her father, but that’s what war is- ruthless. A true man is willing to do the unthinkable to win. That’s where Asher will always lose. He has too much of a conscience. He cares too much and believes in giving people second chances.

"Don't hold back brave warriors, they might have been your brother, your mate, family, a dear friend, someone you grew up with, someone you just know but trust me, pulling your punches will just get you killed. They don't know who you are, they are not the same people you know. They are nothing but the shells of who they were. You have no idea in what hell they are stuck in. So do them a favor if not yourself, free them from this hell. Let them free, let them meet the moon." That was the last thing she said before sprinting towards Malcolm. He watched her retreating as he kept fighting. His eyes swept over the battleground and found the warriors fighting with a newfound purpose to free their

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

"We have your back." "Mom already prepped anything you might need," Kate says. "She wants you to be comfortable." "That's nice of her," Jael says. "She's a good Luna," Sam replies. "I don't doubt that," Jael states. "You ready?" James asks Lia. "Yeah, now or never." They head over to where the warriors have George. Alpha Lars, Gamma Beckett, and a few Haven River Pack warriors, now including Nix. "I am so glad you are okay, Lia," Alpha Lars says as they near them. "You never deserved to go through this. I am sorry I did not act sooner. You-"

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

The cracking sound did not stop as his rib bones kept breaking. The warrior coughed up blood, and the look in his eyes gradually glazed over. "You—" "Quiet!" Chase stepped down once more with a cold look on his face. The warrior's head cracked open. His body stiffened and his eyes were wide with fear and shock. Up until his death, he did not know what kind of person he had offended. The warrior was the second-in-command of the Weber guards but ended up dying in the hand of this man whom he had presumed to be an ant.

“To honor eight warriors who gave the last full measure of their devotion so that we might stand here, free. They faced the darkness not with blind hate but with courageous hearts. They are not gone, for as long as we remember them, they walk beside us.” One by one, I named them. I spoke of Thomas Reed’s selfless shield, of Jennifer Moss’s unwavering stand on the crumbling eastern wall. I gave them back their stories, their acts of valor, making them more than just names on a casualty list. “Sarah Winters.” My breath hitched. The young warrior with fiery eyes and a defiant grin had slipped away peacefully just before midnight, her body too ravaged to hold on. Nineteen years old. Kael’s hand