A Warrior's Heart Book Novels & Stories

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

"And our baby has the best mother they could ask for. Someone who fights even when fighting means lying still." The words carry me through the darkness. Through the bleeding that continues through the night. Through the terror that maybe this time the heartbeat won't be there. But when morning comes, when we're in Dr. Torres's actual office for the first time because he wants better equipment—the heartbeat is there. Stronger. Faster. A tiny warrior refusing to surrender. Just like their mother. Just like the heart that built them.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

For in the heart of every warrior, there burned a light no darkness could extinguish. The ground beneath my feet quivered with the final cries of The Black Faes, their eerie wails fading into the night as we, the allied packs, stood firm. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the rush of victory surge through my veins like wildfire. Around me, warriors roared their triumph, their voices lifting into the dark sky, intertwining with the howls of our kind.

Rather, it seemed to even twist them further. "Alpha Jayden, you are the pride our land in all seasons," Thorne, the eloquent voice of our warriors began to say. " I see truth in your eyes, yes I do. But not in your heart, my lord." My heart skipped. "Why?" " Because I cannot see the heart! " Others nodded in approval, his words so true and real to them. And that was all. He didn't say a word again till the end of the gathering. Then one of the warriors suddenly spat against the stone floor.

It was as if it was waiting—watching—for her to make a move. When she closed her eyes, the world around her faded, and a vision unfolded in her mind. She stood amidst a battlefield, the ground beneath her feet soaked with blood. Warriors clad in armor clashed, their weapons glowing with otherworldly power. At the center of the chaos was a figure holding the Heart, its dark energy radiating outward in waves of destruction. With every pulse, entire armies were wiped out, reduced to ash in an instant. The figure turned, and Aria’s breath caught. It was her. Or rather, a version of her—one consumed by the Heart’s power, her eyes glowing with an unholy light, her face devoid of compassion.

Too many was the number I came up with a heartbeat before a hand closed on my hood and wrenched it backward. “It’s her!” a male voice snarled. Tristan was already on his feet, robes cast aside and an axe glowing in his palm. “Is this a fight you truly wish to pick?” he asked the warriors. “Are you so certain a child of god is worth your lives?” It wasn’t worth it. None of this made sense. Yet everyone seemed ready to slay one another over me regardless. “ Girl,” the old man growled, drawing my attention back to him.

“I chose Ivyanka not because she’s my wife or Luna. I chose her because she’s worth it, and she has proven it over and over again. She’s pregnant with my pup, she almost died due to a vampire bite and yet here she is, standing strong and ready to give her all. While Ivyanka won’t be able to fight in the war because her pregnancy won’t allow her to shift, she will still be here for the training. If anyone has a problem with my decision, feel free to raise your hand without any fear…” “Before you guys decide…” I said. “Just know that I have no intention of ever dominating over you, I never had and I never will. I always wanted to work as a team, but thanks to Graham, you guys failed to see tha