Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Heart Book

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

Like she had said before the trials: she would have followed her to hell. Mimbi had been destined to become a Karaina because of who her mother was. Scarlett, on the other hand, had wanted to fight for what her friend believed in. She realized that now. No matter how skilled she was with her swords, or how fast she was, being a warrior had never been HER ambition. She had just wanted the validation to be close to her friend, but if Mimbi was gone, there was nothing here for her. “She was called Fireheart,” Wenna said.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

They fought with desperate ferocity, but the cursed warriors were faster, their strength amplified by the darkness in their veins. “Sera, the Heart!” Kaelen shouted, his voice a gravelly roar as he parried a strike that would have disemboweled him. I didn’t wait for a second command. I pulled the Heart of the Wolf from my tunic. The stone was screaming, vibrating with a divine fury that mirrored my own. I didn’t just release the light — I hurled it. A torrent of golden fire erupted from the shard, engulfing the two monsters. They didn’t just die; they were incinerated. Their rotted flesh turned to white ash, drifting away on the cold southern wind until nothing remained but the scent of ozon

Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again. So did I. A Warrior came at me brazenly from the front. In one swift motion, I knocked his feet out from under him, so that he landed with a deafening thud on the hard ground. Maya shouted, and I turned to see one of the men had her by the hair.

“What?” “My backstory.” Oh. That. I hesitated. “Only if you want to tell me.” She didn’t. Instead, she said, “Your warriors are soft.” “Excuse me?” “Emotionally. They fight like people who haven’t decided if they’re allowed to win.” I frowned. “That’s not softness. That’s trauma.” “Same difference in a war.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just matter-of-fact. Like someone who’d already watched this play out in a dozen other packs, and she was just skipping to the end where things got bloody.

Even children peeked out from beneath their mothers’ cloaks, silent, eyes wide with questions they didn’t know how to ask. I was among them—but not as a slave this time. I was one of them now. A warrior in spirit, a mate to their Alpha whom they rejected, but now depended on, carrying his child. I stood close to the center of it all, my chest tight and trembling, my hands clenched so hard the nails bit into my palms. The air felt like it would shatter if anyone breathed too loudly. A warrior stepped forward, tall and broad, with a jagged scar across his cheek like lightning frozen into his skin. His voice rose above the whispers like thunder.

Garreth won't even know we're looking, as I was thousands of kilometers away. The sound of a metallic voice broke me out of my thoughts. “one minute down, the second warrior activated” I nervously waited to see what the announcement was for. But my heart sank as another warrior came to life, with his fiery red orbs in place of eyes. It pointed at me with his sword. “Prove thy worth, stinking deserter," and together with the first, they came charging . I was helpless and didn't know what to do. My heart pounded in my chest like a talking drum. There was no way to escape. And they were approaching where I was very fast.

My hand waved toward the vampire army as I roared. But as the warriors tried to attack Reya's army, she wielded her sword and mercilessly drove it through the heart of one of the high-level warriors. The other retreated immediately, and my eyes were laced with rage. She twisted the sword in his heart, and the warrior grunted helplessly before he died. “Ahhh.....” She drew her sword from his heart and walked to my front, her eyes scanned the warriors from above my shoulder before landing on me. “You show be more careful next time......” She paused, her eyes flitted from the dead warrior back to me. “Now, you have his blood on your hands.” She teased with a straight face before chuckling.

"There's no us, Seven! You are fucking attractive and I can't help being around you. I'm not that fantasy type of girl. So please...let me be. Like I said, I like you but that's not enough reason to leave this Pack and let some bitch take over, I'll kill her even before she steps her feet inside. I don't know how you got connected to the Pack in Red stone, but I'm glad it's you. I'm glad you will be the one to rule and keep the people safe. I'm here to sta, Seven." "Even when you don't like him? You fucking detest him but you're just here because you're told to do so or because you feel you won't get weak by getting into dangerous missions this pack puts you in." He asked and I got pissed. "