A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

Mili told me. I could see wolf warriors, irrespective of gender and that reminded me again of my warrior training. “Head warrior Ashley Stevens is a blood-thirsty creature. Nobody can expect mercy from her on a battlefield.” The present warrior sounded like a heartless woman. Would Kiara also turn out to be the same? In the family wing, Mili took me to the first floor and stopped outside. The guard announced our arrival and opened the doors. The scene inside the bedroom was something I wasn’t prepared for.

End of flashback***** After reminiscing on the worst day of my life I decided to head out to training and work my anger, guilt, and sadness out on my sparring partner. I am quickly progressing and hoping to one day be the Top Female Warrior of the Rising Ashes pack, that is if I don't find my mate and leave this god forsaken pack.

The final battle was upon us, and there was no turning back. I turned to Alaric one last time, my heart racing in my chest, and nodded. “Let’s do this.” He squeezed my hand once more, then led the way back to the heart of the camp, where the rest of our warriors were waiting. The fire crackled in the center, its light casting long shadows across the ground as the warriors assembled, their faces set with determination, but there was a flicker of something else in their eyes, something I couldn’t quite place.

If you had chosen me, sex would be something we would do all the time. - Don't say those things. – Ryan says, maintaining the false fragility. - Don't forget that you ran away from them before. You know they are not good enough for you. Nox hugs him, and then Mark appears on his back and grabs him. - Your arrogance and disgusting piece of shit. Your actions betrayed you… Nox. Mark looks at Ryan in amazement. “Nox?” - Help, warriors. To me! - A warrior opens the door, but when he sees Gary dominated by the kings, he shrinks and leaves.

I thought for a few minutes and then began. "Being a warrior is more than just exercising and running patrols and drills and how physically strong you are. It's about how strong your heart is and having the desire to protect those you love and care for with your very llife. Knowing that if it's asked of you, you would put your life on the line to protect others - sometimes those you've never event met because you believe, you know that you are helping to create a better, safer world. And that is exactly what these brave men and women did. They fought bravely giving us their everything so that we may flourish in a world that is that much safer. Honor them, honor their choice, honor their

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

I would remain upright while my heart pounded and my mind weighed between threatening and hopeful possibilities. The first to break his intense stare at me was the warrior whose forearms displayed fiery tattoos that seemed alive. I would soon learn his name was Cassian from those who whispered legends about him. His appearance embodied war itself through sharp angles and resolute strength while his towering stature commanded a presence that made the surrounding air tremble. He possessed golden eyes that radiated fierce intelligence and a predator’s keenness while simultaneously expressing both curiosity and a challenge.

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.

“The greatest battles are not fought in the ring. There, only the body takes the hit. But the real wars are the ones we fight for love, for survival, for justice — in the places where there is no protective gear, and where every touch becomes a matter of life or death. And where, in the end, victory is only possible if you’re no longer fighting for yourself.” “Once, someone told him that love does not heal. But they never said it could teach you how to live again.