A Warrior's Heart Book Novels & Stories

” 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

The warrior's body crumpled lifelessly to the ground. Two more warriors charged at Blaze from opposite sides. He caught one by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. With a swift motion, he crushed the man's windpipe, and then threw him aside like a rag doll. The other warrior aimed a punch at Blaze's face, but Blaze blocked it effortlessly, countering with a lightning-fast strike to the heart. The warrior's eyes widened in shock as he felt his heart stop, and he fell to the ground, dead.

My new harmony. Safe to say the warrior’s heart has finally found rest.

After that, I returned to wandering around the whole place, looking for the books that we were going to use. I stopped at the part where the books were arranged and took the one that caught my interest. I blew air to it to remove the dust that was covering the book and read what the title says in our own language. The Art of War. I looked into another book, the title that was written on it was Heart of a Warrior. I grinned and took other books that were needed and related to combat and being a warrior. I STOPPED by the window of this room, the assembly hall. Along with my halted steps were the pauses of the people that were walking behind me.

The cherry finish caught the light in such a way that it highlighted the etched designs. I flipped the lid open to see the primary focus of the gift. The book’s rose-colored cover was embossed with silver designs. Its title ‘A Warrior’s Heart: Avalynn’s Fight for Justice’ stood out. A sword covered in flames pierced through the title. It looked really fucking cool. Ava had developed a love of reading, not that any of us were surprised about it. She certainly took after her mother in that regard. Our daughter could go through books faster than anyone that I personally knew, which was saying something.

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

Mili told me. I could see wolf warriors, irrespective of gender and that reminded me again of my warrior training. “Head warrior Ashley Stevens is a blood-thirsty creature. Nobody can expect mercy from her on a battlefield.” The present warrior sounded like a heartless woman. Would Kiara also turn out to be the same? In the family wing, Mili took me to the first floor and stopped outside. The guard announced our arrival and opened the doors. The scene inside the bedroom was something I wasn’t prepared for.