A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

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

He hadn’t stopped the heart. He hadn’t warned anyone. And now the army rose into war with a ticking god sealed inside the weapon they called hope. Marcus clenched his fists. Somewhere deep inside him, the Heart stirred. Pleased. Patient. Hungry. Ready to feed off of war.

Then I quickly drove my right hand into his chest and plucked his heart right out of it. His partner who was still involved in a scuffle with one of my warriors beheld what just happened before him and was left terrified. As he pushed the warrior away from him, he took steps backwards with his eyes widened and his entire body trembling. Whoever it was that sent him surely failed to tell him what kind of man he was about to face. Such a shame he was about to find out by experience. I made my way to him very slowly, putting out my hand to my warrior to let me handle it myself. "Get up," I said to him, not wanting to kill a grounded man who wasn't put there by me. "Get up!"

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

And this thought is given by a nagging pain somewhere under the heart. The lamps cast strange shadows on the walls. Glare fell on a large cracked canvas depicting a battle. Because of their movement, it seemed as if the people on the canvas were coming to life, looking with cold, understanding eyes straight into the soul. One in particular: a tall red-haired warrior with wide red stripes on his shoulders. He held a spear that almost fell from his hand in a deadly flight, but he did not look at the enemy, but at the viewer. There seemed to be some condemnation in his eyes. Or not? The light changed again, and the warrior's gaze became completely indifferent.

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.

The warriors howled with joy, charging forward for their Alpha. Running in line with them, Heartman felt joy seeing their genuine commitment. As they journeyed to the last spot they missed, Caine, the pack warriors' leader charged forward, leading them on the difficult quest for Luna Nathalie.

They just fell, black smoke spilling from their wounds instead of blood. I’d fought before, bled before—but this was different. These weren’t battles for survival anymore. This was war. The Heart’s energy pulsed in my veins, begging to be unleashed. I let it rise, just enough to create a shield around us. The barrier shimmered gold, humming softly. Each time a blade struck, the light flared brighter. Sylra barked orders from the steps, her warriors joining the fray, but for every assassin cut down, two more appeared. They poured from the shadows like a tide of death.

This time, I didn't care if I hurt anyone or if I plucked out the hearts of these warriors, who ever laid a finger on Hailey would wish they weren't born! "Look! It's the vampire!" One of the warriors cried out in alarm as he alerted the guards. "Shoot him down!!!" It was pointless. They should have known. I was faster and more skilled than they ever will be! I whooshed past the bullets that came flying towards, stopping short at the warriors who wielded weapons. My anger was the last thing that grazed their petrified face as I dug my talons into their chest, ripping out their hearts.