A Warrior's Heart Book Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you. I thought I was alone.” Mei smiled. “It doesn’t matter.” “You said that you can get us out of here. How?” Mei gave a sly grin and proceeded to tell Jade of her plan. It was a very simple plan—in theory. However, Jade thought that it was foolhardy as well. Looking at Mei, Jade found it hard to believe that she could take down an entire band of prison guards. Her tiny frame lacked any hint of strength and toned muscle. But something about Mei scared her. Perhaps it was the fiery confidence Jade saw in her eyes. Whatever it was, it was enough for Jade to trust Mei completely.

” The girl appeared nervous around me and gave me a tense smile as a greeting, which I returned because I didn’t know who the fuck Isaac was “Isaac is the head warrior, you must have seen him in your pack, he is this big, scary guy that is also a beta so it’s possible you must have mistaken him as the beta” She further clarified and my thoughts travelled back to the really scary dude that had scared the shit out of me that night. So he wasn’t the beta but the warrior head? Made perfect sense, but I was also confused.

he screams. " I know, chill. That's not what I meant. Remember when two years back one of the female warriors got into heat? We let her beat the crap out of you .If you don't send me, send someone else. The Nero Beta is mated, and he is strong and you know how good they are in provoking people. Sent him, let him provoke her and let her beat the shit out if him" I suggest and he exhales " Your right, call them right now".

But it never came He was tackled down by a huge wolf who radiated power. I don't know what happened after that. I don't know how long I was there holding Viktor in my arms, "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. But I could hear nothing I could feel nothing. All I felt was hollowness, my heart, my soul, my mind even the smallest cell of my body had left me.

I scoffed, shaking my head. "I'm serious, Penelope. I'm not just saying this cause I fucking hate her. You are good, and you managed to take her down not once but twice. It just shows how skilled you really are. It's not where or how someone grows up that makes them a warrior, Penelope. It's how much of their heart and soul they put into everything they do that makes them a warrior. One is only as strong as their heart, and you have a heart of a dragon." I swallowed hard, not sure what to say in response to that. Thankfully I didn't have to say anything as Hunter intercepted Lira and me. His voice was still as cold and void of emotion as ever. I was starting to wonder if it would kill the gu

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.

Lourain gritted his teeth and shouted back at Marth, "You're getting too full of yourself, you dog! I didn't bother with you before this because I can't kill you right now. I can't believe you took that as a sign to pompously talk to me like that! "Marth, listen well. Once we get out, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy! I'll beat you half to death before I skin you alive and take your Heartblood. That will be the last bit of value you'll ever produce!" Heartblood was a very sensitive topic to the warriors from third-grade worlds. After all, many warriors from third-grade worlds had been tortured to death for it. The death count was immeasurable, and it was something they were very sensi

I knew the feeling all too well from my time in training as a warrior to when I was given the position of captain to being given the mantle or general Commander. These women had no idea who they were dealing with. Edgar might be an unpredictable, ruthless insane bastard but I was strategic and spent my life as a warrior. I was not afraid to trample on anyone who thought for a second they were better than me. Not even Edgar even though he made me uneasy with his actions. “Move.” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to shock them into moving. I walked past them without soaring a glance and I felt their eyes follow me, boring holes inside my flesh.

He hadn’t stopped the heart. He hadn’t warned anyone. And now the army rose into war with a ticking god sealed inside the weapon they called hope. Marcus clenched his fists. Somewhere deep inside him, the Heart stirred. Pleased. Patient. Hungry. Ready to feed off of war.

Gabel spoke ”It seems we had a traitor all along… our enemy has been bought to us" My eyes widened at the title Alpha that Gabel spoke and the hairs on the back of my neck shot up, my eyes went to one of the men who came up next to Gabel and it was Layton... Layton! My heart dropped through my body and into the ground, my breathing hitched as I took in the man before me who had looked at Zara and frowned, then looked to me, he eyed me up and down, trying to figure out who this warrior was that was wearing their armor. “That woman is Zara Maven” his voice boomed deep through his lungs his strong aura radiated around him. His big chest rising and falling with each deep angry breath he took “wh