A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

“This is a mistake.” He frowned looking at me confused. “You are angry again? I do not understand. How could this possibly be a mistake? We are betrothed. In what way is having feelings for someone that will be my future bride a problem?” It is a problem because I do not want anyone to have feelings for me. How am I to be a cold-hearted warrior and keep the name I had built for myself if I am so weak as to have feelings? Real warriors do not possess feelings or care because it is a weakness. Something that can be used against me in the long run, something that is only good for holding me back. How did no one seem to understand this? I did not wish to be loved and I would not love in return.

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

At least right now, death did not seem so bad. ‘Well, well, well, What do we have right here?’ The Warrior says taking a step forward, standing in front of me. When my eyes Set on him, the feeling is not unfamiliar. I had seen him somewhere. Yet I could very well say that I have not had a personal encounter with him. He was nothing more than just one of the other Warriors. All the other ones were hell-bent on making my life a living hell. Was there not a day that my life would be better? The way his rough manly hands scrape over my exposed shoulders Makes me flinch with discomfort. A crooked smile forms on his lips as he flashes at me. The way he acts like I was certainly going to be in acce

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e

Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal. The moment I heard his laughter and after his voice was the moment my blood boiled. The asshole had the nerve to appear and try to taunt me. "Now… now Mattie boy. Come now, tell your men to put down their guns as you already know, are outnumbered and you don't stand a chance. So be smart about this and surrender." His voice was loud as it sounded cheerful and powerful drawling a scowl onto my face. I looked at my team asking them silently as they want to do.

He's very much aware that there's still something missing. He suddenly fell into a deep thought, as he tries to think and listen to his heart. What is he going to do now? Will he follow his mind or his heart? Half of his mind says that Via has always been there for him through thick and thin. He is one hundred percent sure that Via loves him. The other part of his brain tells him that Serena is clearly happy with Liam, and he should just give up on her and just wish them their happiness. But when it comes to his heart, it keeps on telling him to follow what he feels and not give up on his love.

the warriors shouted, falling to one knee. I raised my sword high, its metal glowing with the same light that burned in my blood. "Tonight," I roared, "we prepare for war." "Tomorrow," my wolf surged, my voice deepening. "We claim the right to defend our territory. And we take back Regina because she is a valued member of our pack." The warriors howled, long and fierce in agreement. But I didn't hear them. All I heard was the echo of Regina's heartbeat. It was far away, the fear in his heart, trapped in a monster's camp.

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

For in the heart of every warrior, there burned a light no darkness could extinguish. The ground beneath my feet quivered with the final cries of The Black Faes, their eerie wails fading into the night as we, the allied packs, stood firm. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the rush of victory surge through my veins like wildfire. Around me, warriors roared their triumph, their voices lifting into the dark sky, intertwining with the howls of our kind.

I knew the feeling all too well from my time in training as a warrior to when I was given the position of captain to being given the mantle or general Commander. These women had no idea who they were dealing with. Edgar might be an unpredictable, ruthless insane bastard but I was strategic and spent my life as a warrior. I was not afraid to trample on anyone who thought for a second they were better than me. Not even Edgar even though he made me uneasy with his actions. “Move.” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to shock them into moving. I walked past them without soaring a glance and I felt their eyes follow me, boring holes inside my flesh.