Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Heart Book

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

Her proposal was the key for her to be respected. The close combat began in a circle of troops to challenge each other. One female soldier confidently threw down the gauntlet against Keisha. Keisha did nothing but grin in excitement of having another shot of bone breaking session. She gave that sadistic stare, entering each of their brains to bawl the nightmares out of them. Feeling the rush in her veins, her restlessness was replaced by the energy brought by the caffeine overload— her vision was already feasting over the flesh of the ones ticking her off. “I see Geneva, you hastily picked another contender once again”, said Zhackary who was grinning as well, also feeling the excitement seei

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

“And that's why I can't be with her.” “Why?” he asked. “She needs someone who can protect her.” I coughed. He pulled back and offered a hand. “You’re a human,” he whispered. “But you don't fight like one.” I hesitated then grabbed his hand. “You lack strength,” he continued. “But you have speed and something the other warriors don't have.” “What?” I asked, staring at the other warriors. “Heart,” he said simply. He stepped back, raising his sword to the other warriors.

--- A Warrior’s Rise and Hearts Entwined The training grounds thrummed with energy, alive with the quiet hum of warriors gathered. Their faces were sharp, eyes burning with respect and curiosity, waiting for the moment to come. The sun cast long shadows, gilding the scene in golden light, while whispers rippled through the crowd like a rising tide.

The unnamed warrior, covered in his own blood as his chest slowly heaved and fell. My breath caught. I didn’t even know what to feel—fear, guilt, pain or anger? The warrior was now in his human form, slowly taking his last breaths. He was looking me directly in the eyes, and for unknown reasons, I was frozen in place, unable to move under the scrutiny of his weak eyes. Sometimes I feel cursed with the kind of heart I was born with. How could I still feel pity towards a man who had the intent of taking my life?

Then I quickly drove my right hand into his chest and plucked his heart right out of it. His partner who was still involved in a scuffle with one of my warriors beheld what just happened before him and was left terrified. As he pushed the warrior away from him, he took steps backwards with his eyes widened and his entire body trembling. Whoever it was that sent him surely failed to tell him what kind of man he was about to face. Such a shame he was about to find out by experience. I made my way to him very slowly, putting out my hand to my warrior to let me handle it myself. "Get up," I said to him, not wanting to kill a grounded man who wasn't put there by me. "Get up!"

Heartman soliloquized. He put pressure on the button and smiled, fulfilled when the walls gave a vibrating noise. Most of the young warriors were afraid, but seeing the walls moving to one side, revealing a dimly lit passageway concealed behind it. A secret passage—a clandestine path unknown to the warriors until now. The warrior's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He knew he had stumbled upon something of great significance. Realizing the gravity of the discovery, he couldn't help but smile alongside Alpha Heartman.

A warrior is not built of ease but suffering, and this is why they chose to build themselves to ease suffering. They become the heroes they wish had been their own rescuers. They answer the call of the universe to serve the cause of love. And in this love, in this service, they gain a kind of true freedom others cannot fathom. By Angela Abraham, If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Third person p.o.v