A Warrior's Heart Cast Novels & Stories

No colors marked his allegiance beyond the black cloak flowing behind him. A silver wolf had been engraved across his breastplate. He rode forward alone. Neither army challenged him. Even the wounded seemed afraid to breathe. The horse halted halfway between the three forces. The rider removed his helmet. Dark hair. Sharp features. Cold gray eyes. He couldn't have been older than thirty. Yet the confidence in his posture belonged to someone who had never known defeat. The commander's face hardened. "I know him." "Who is he?" "Marshal Cassian." The name meant nothing to me.

She was sure they could never be Just friends, no matter what. “We will avenge her, okay. We will, no matter what it takes. Even if it takes our death.” Art said, looking determined. But she didn't want to think about death. They were too young to talk about death with such ease. They had so much to live for. Their magic needs to live a long time. She couldn't imagine a world where Art's magic didn't exist. “You are a warrior at heart, Arthur Hennessy. Your heart is pure and white and I am enormously grateful that it is you who will fight with me, it is you and not anyone else.”

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.

She said. The Seer took a slow, deliberate breath. "There is one final truth I have yet to reveal." My daughter and I exchanged uneasy glances. A final truth? The Seer looked toward the window, as though she could see far beyond the forest. "Yes. The Heart of Magic has awakened..." She paused. "...but so has the one thing that was never meant to awaken with it." "The Heart of Magic? Does that mean the prophecy has begun?" I interrupted her. She slowly closed her eyes, ignoring my question. "...which means the hunt has begun."

Paolo and Serena are both standing at the centerstage, as they waited for the Stage Director to give them further instructions. "Let's do Chapter 18...The Death of Hope." the Director announced. Paolo and Serena did their own mental training. In this scene, the prince decided to sacrifice his life to prevent the death of his beloved, who carries a curse. Paolo will play as the prince, while Serena will play as Amaia, a commoner who carries a curse, and the lover of the prince. "Take my lead." Paolo whispered at Serena, who nodded in return. They both sat on the floor. Paolo hugged Serena tightly...

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

Veyra ducked, shielding herself, but the force of it knocked her to her knees. Zarek was there in a heartbeat, pulling her up again. "I'm fine," she gasped. He scanned her quickly, then turned toward the source of the fire. With a snarl, he shifted mid-stride and launched himself at the mage. The earth quaked under the weight of their clash. The scout didn't stand a chance. Zarek ripped him apart. Still, more came. Elias's voice cracked through the battlefield again. "Protect the heart!" The words galvanized the warriors. Veyra felt them in her bones. Protect the heart.

Nizhoni walked up behind Sebastian and knelt down sometime later. Smiling, she hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Hey, babe, how’s it going?” She was referring to the two-thousand piece puzzle he and Jaxsen were putting together. The puzzle was of a fire breathing dragon flying around a burning castle, a mage standing in the forefront, arms outstretched as if conducting the mayhem from afar. It was a gift from Rose.

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