A Warrior's Heart Cast Novels & Stories

Good, he should fear me. I can hear Allistar shout out in pain which puts my ass in gear. Using my wolf speed, I run up to Alpha Jones and shove my hand through his rib cage. I wrap my hand around his heart and give him my best 'I win' smile as I rip his heart out. Not like he used it before. Now that he has been taken care of, I look around to find the guys. Dimitri is in the same spot as before, but Allistar has migrated away from him and seems to be fighting someone. I start heading toward Allistar to help him since he seems to be struggling a bit. Getting closer I notice the person he is fighting is Cassius. Once he is dead, the rogues will scatter and the war will be won. Picking up spe

I watched Aurien surge into the sky, the muscles in his back working beneath the gleaming golden scales, powering the strong wings that lifted his massive body into the air. “I have to stop dwelling on what I cannot have,” I said, more to myself than to the warlock. “And focus on what I need to do. If this is my fate, then I must stop surrendering to it like the lamb and seize it like the dragon.” The sacrificial lamb with a dragon’s heart must learn to roar to win the war. Did I have a dragon’s heart within me? Not within my own chest, of that, I was sure. Did the Seers refer again to the child I carried within me? By extension, did I not have a dragon’s heart within this sacrificial lamb?

I flick my watch away from him for a second to disentangle myself from the chakra his eyes came with. “‘I know you are a primordial werewolf and you feel you might or are capable of taking on the heart eater but trust me on this, you can’t. I have been in battle with him before and…. It was hell. It was barely a narrow and that happened just because Warlock came to my aid or I would have been history now.” He flings his right left forward and comes an inch closer. I look at his feet and climb slowly back to his face. There is this irritation that cairns with listening to him talk and at the same time, it is soothing. Very weird. As much as I know that we need a solution very urgently, settin

Her last, desperate gambit. Let her come. I had the Heart of a Traitor. I had the Shard of the Sun. And I had an army of shadows that would rise at my command. The banquet was over. The real war was about to begin.

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

“Bring the rest as well as the hearts.” “I’m not a fucking Alpha, you know. These assholes are huge; the fuck am I going to carry three and a plate of hearts?” I grumble as I pick up two deadweights. These were warriors in the pack as well, who obviously had their minds twisted like Dimitri and his mate. “Excuses,” he rolls his eyes and throws the bodies outside before returning for the last one and the hearts. While he’s doing this, I run back inside to grab lighter fluid and a box of matches.

“At least not anymore.” Marcus could feel its gaze on him and he shuddered. The heart made him its new vessel and now, if they wanted to end the war he had to be killed along with Mavira, the Vrykolakas king. The heart was truly cunning. It always had more than one vessel when there was a battle and he played into its hands like the fool he was. He stood abruptly. Breathing hard. The air felt sharp now, almost metallic and piercing. His skin felt tight. The mark on his chest, the one he’d hidden under tunics and silence, burned bright red.

Flameheart stated firmly, “and when the time comes, I will lead the charge. We will reclaim our world from the darkness.” The room erupted in agreement, voices rising in unity as they prepared for the fight of their lives. Each warrior understood the stakes, the lives that depended on their success, and the love that fueled their resolve. They were not just fighting for their own survival; they were fighting for the future of their kind and the humans who had chosen to stand with them.

He was glad to be home, but the culmination of the past three weeks risk and strain lay ahead of him, and, even after two peaceful days in Benal reading Isyl’s book, he was weary from our adventures. “Rivyn,” I wrapped my arms around his waist, trying to offer him reassurance, where my own heart raced in fear for him. “You have faced dwarves, ogres, mages, Dark Elves, pirates, mermaids, a dragon, and you have torn a city apart in your anger. You can do this.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. “Thank you, my wife,” he murmured. “I appreciate the encouragement.” We stood before an arched fortified gate build of the white stone that seemed to be used throughout the city and castle beyo

he commanded, "I'll take on the villain in close combat." Emberlyn hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between the enigmatic device in her hand and the intense gaze of her companion. Yet, an unspoken trust welled up within her, urging her to believe in Keagan's abilities. With a nod of affirmation, she acknowledged his plan and readied herself for the upcoming battle. Their roles defined, Emberlyn focused her attention on the encroaching darkness. Drawing upon her own reservoir of strength, she channeled the mysterious skill that had awakened within her. A surge of energy coursed through her veins, bolstering her resolve and sharpening her senses.