A Warrior's Heart Cast Novels & Stories

And when I was down in the basement, my spirit almost ran away from my body as I watched in horror at what was before me. I stood there motionless and speechless until I summoned a lot of courage to move. And I also remembered what Dylan had told me earlier about what being a warrior beta entailed. I had to be tough and when necessary, uncaring and stone-hearted. I took in a deep breath and moved forward, picking up a metal stick and banging it on the rusted metal walls around, in order to get the captive's attention. And it was successful… but it didn't give the result which I had been expecting.

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

I linked the warriors as we stood in the forest, breath steaming in the cool air, “or be used as pawns in the game Edmond and Tamara have played for years?” There was hesitation—brief but real. A final tug of old loyalties, of fear. Then one of them—broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed—threw back his head and howled. “We serve the true Westwood heir!” he linked back. That was all I needed. We charged. I led them—my warriors now—back toward the palace. Smoke curled through the air, bodies littered the ground, but the tide was turning. And deep inside me, I felt it: the power I had feared, avoided, doubted… click into place.

Certain. “You showed us our fears,” he continued. “Good.” The Heart’s form shifted uneasily. “Because now…” Silver energy surged outward— Not as force. But as truth. “…we know what we refuse to lose.” The connection reignited— Stronger than before. Not perfect. But real. Raven stood. Lucian rose. Kael steadied. The soldiers followed. Together. Again. --- Clash of Ideals The Heart roared—its form expanding violently, lashing out with massive tendrils of darkness.

His gray eyes gleamed with the wild silver tint of his inner wolf, furious at my defiance, yet filled with a possessiveness that made my pulse race. “You’re not going anywhere without my damn permission,” he hissed, lowering his chiseled face until his warm breath brushed against my lips. “You’re not a warrior. You’re the key to the empire. If Hunter captures you, he’ll use your mystical blood to activate the Heart of the Moon for himself and destroy everything I’ve built. I will not let you hand yourself over to the pack that trampled you.”

He again lifted his hand to stab my heart but his hands were ribbed off by my man. I was bleeding heavily. We ran back towards pack house. I was pushing Rex to his full limits. He had started healing me which prevented infection. He was drained of all the energy by the time we reached. I had mind linked Jake my best buddy and fellow warrior and he was already at the door to help me. I didn't wanted Jia to see me in this condition. I didn't inform her about my return but she found out, I don't know how. I saw her standing at the door crying, looking at me with hurt in her eyes.

All I could hear were her screams of terror. My heart clenched, and without thinking of the consequences, I moved. I launched myself off the railing and into the brawl. I landed in the middle of the crowd and crouched over Maya, a low growl emanating from my chest. They faltered for half a second, confused by the power that radiated from me. For the first time since my memory returned, I wasn’t trying to hide who I was. Harrison had rejoined Sasha, now that he saw how the men followed her command. Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again.

He’s a bit more curious cat and more adventurous than his sister. “Then that’s settled.” Mira closed their meeting but Cassie had to ask something first. “But what’s the catch from having all these?” Cassie curiously wondered. “Simple, loyalty and service with us. We’ll be your family here just don’t betray us without a good and legit or acceptable reason.” Angel was the one who answered and the siblings stumbled on somebody’s property that have a golden heart. They both felt something toward Mira and Angel that they were looking up to.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli