A Warrior's Heart Book Novels & Stories

Just real. “You were alive,” he said, like that covered everything. “There are plenty of people alive. You didn’t drag them home.” He almost smiled—just a tiny lift, the kind that changes the air. “None of them had what you’ve got in your chest.” She went still. “You can see it?” “I feel it. What is it?” She looked at her hands, neat and bandaged, cared for by someone a little too practiced. “I don’t know. Wen Lihua. I was—am?—the Wen Clan’s failed daughter. Couldn’t cultivate. Three days ago, I survived a fire. Now something in me just—” she set her hand over her heart, “burns.”

It also talks about the legend and how they're to descend on earth and surprisingly, I land in the first warrior's name: Hera. Just like in my dream, the beautiful lady called me Hera and in this book, she is described as a graceful warrior, one whose weakness becomes her strength. Out of the four warriors, she has the best healing magic and she's a strong barrier creator. Not to mention that she's a strong warrior. The book describes her as calm, but horrendous when angry. Gosh, did they just describe me? I flip over to the other warriors. Aurora is the strongest warrior in terms of combat. She has the best barrier skills as well as using her aura as an offensive power.

Third Person's POV There was no resistance as Victor stormed Lennox's pack with 500 warriors. The Alpha had no idea what to expect. Better to bring more men than you need than not enough, Victor always said. No one seemed concerned when they saw 500 of Victor's men flooding into their pack. Instead of fear in their eyes, they saw relief. It took no time for Victor's men to secure the perimeter of Lennox's pack. “Alpha Victor, are you here to help?” A Delta 1 Captain asked as he bared his neck in respect. His eyes were red and puffy, and dried tears streaked his face. Victor could hear the hope in his voice. Everything about the Delta 1 broke his heart.

someone whispered. “Is this some kind of joke?" Another one said. Mark, another student, stepped forward, frowning. “You can’t be serious. Ray’s the weakest of us all. He can’t even keep up during sparring sessions.” Ray lowered his eyes. “Sir, they're not wrong. I remembered him from training—he was a quiet one who always pushed himself, even when he fell behind the rest of the pack. Uncle Eli lifted Ray’s chin gently and looked him in the eyes. “What makes a warrior strong is not just muscle or speed—it’s heart. And this one has more heart than all of you combined.”

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

In the calm quiet of the night, my traitorous heart had fallen some more. And then we’d discussed the wolf I’d found that morning. It had stayed with me, lurking in the back of my mind as the first Warrior Wolf we’d found had. There was something so coarse about seeing a body not upon a battlefield. Although, I supposed, it was a different kind of battle. A darker one that played out with no honour.

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

Damien's POV The celebration was in full swing under the Northern Lights. I held my drink, accepting congratulations from other pack leaders. Lila was clinging to my arm, the picture of perfect elegance. But I couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. Like I was forgetting something important. Suddenly, a gut-wrenching pain tore through me. It was a phantom silver blade, slicing open my chest and ripping my heart right out. "Argh—!" I screamed, falling from my chair.

And I — Sereyna — stand between both worlds, heart split where the howl meets the heartbeat. I can’t even say the word courage. The west stretches across the land in a number too great to count, and fear—fear isn’t the word either. If fear had any power left, we would have chosen surrender. We wouldn’t be standing here now, blades and hearts bared under the merciless daylight. A lone west warrior steps into the clearing, his armor flashing like deceit in the sun. I guess that’s Varyn’s spokesman. Beside me, Rauth lifts a hand, signaling one of his own to meet the man.

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting