Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Heart

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

Instantly, I grabbed the nearest warrior and pulled him directly in front of me… the sword pierced into him as his body went limp. I shoved him aside and stared at the warrior who had just attacked him. His expression was frozen in horror. I didn't give him time to recover; I stepped forward and slammed my fist into his face, he crashed to the ground. “Lisa.” Kael's voice cut through the chaos. I turned slightly. “Six minutes remaining.” My eyes widened. Six minutes? I glanced around. Three warriors were still standing. But as soon as they heard Kael's warning, two of the warriors who had fallen began forcing themselves back onto their feet.

My feet felt nailed to the floor. In the end, I ran. I hated myself for it. I was too much of a coward even to confront them. I wandered the streets alone. Everywhere around me, people walked in pairs or groups. Couples held hands. Families laughed together. Friends huddled beneath umbrellas. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. I did not. The sky darkened overhead. Then the rain came without warning. Heavy drops pounded against my skin, sharp enough to hurt. I curled up on a street corner, letting the rain soak me through while my tears blurred the world into streaks of light and shadow.

That was the sentence that finally broke through. Veyra lowered her head as tears quietly slipped down her cheeks. "I know..." She closed her eyes. "I just don't know how to tell a man I broke his heart... that he's about to become a father." Elsewhere in the packhouse, Damien stood on the balcony outside his office, watching the warriors train below. The steady rhythm of clashing swords echoed across the courtyard as Shadowfang prepared for the battle everyone knew was coming. The balcony door opened behind him. "You've been hiding up here all afternoon."

I tried to touch his cheek but he slapped my hand away making me tear up. He placed my hand on his heart "Do you know how much hurt you have caused this?" he pointed to his heart. He chuckled "Of course you wouldn't know as you are too busy letting other men in between your legs" he spat with disgust. I stood there too shocked to say anything.

"He was ten, what does he knowabout the leadership at such age? I remember crying and pleading with his father that he wasn't ready, that same night, rogues from other kingdoms broke into the packhouse and killed nearly hundreds of guards, including Damien's younger brother, I was captured as well and almost killed, they demanded that Damien gave up the throne, it was horrible, after Damien had saved me and protect the pack members, we knew only he could protect us. Only his beasts could make sure we are alive and protected. Most times he can't even control what they do" I find myself melting a little bit but I still kept my straight face up. "Rina, I'm not telling you to forgive Damien or

The man was looking so fierce with a scar on his face and had a long hair tied up. “ Good work! Here's your reward!” Celine clapped her hand and one of her men brought a briefcase full of money on it. They gave it to the sniper. “ Thank you for your good service. I hope to have more of your service from now on.” Celine grinned. The sniper was happy and laughed holding, looking at the money he accumulated from his task. “ You're welcome, Miss!”

The blood flowing rapidly from his wounds. His eyes turned wide as he made a gurgling noise showing his difficulty in breathing. I watch him with so much hatred and I made a hard strike through his back allowing my fist to bore a hole inside his body, I took his heart, feel how it beats against my palm before I took it out of him. His eyes fluttered and he drop to the ground. The heart of my enemy is in my hands, I watch it for a few seconds before crushing it down like a soft piece of meat. It's over, and finally, this war ends the rogues will have no leader and my mate can now get the freedom she deserves.

someone whispered. “Is this some kind of joke?" Another one said. Mark, another student, stepped forward, frowning. “You can’t be serious. Ray’s the weakest of us all. He can’t even keep up during sparring sessions.” Ray lowered his eyes. “Sir, they're not wrong. I remembered him from training—he was a quiet one who always pushed himself, even when he fell behind the rest of the pack. Uncle Eli lifted Ray’s chin gently and looked him in the eyes. “What makes a warrior strong is not just muscle or speed—it’s heart. And this one has more heart than all of you combined.”

Despite being a very nice and kind guy, I didn't want to get involved with anyone at the moment, because my plans were my priority, and only later could I think about a romantic relationship. “If you need a ride to the university tomorrow, just give me a call.” “You don't have to worry about me, Arthur. I'm not going to take you out of your way to stop by the house.” “I see no problem in helping a friend.” He mentioned a friend, but his expression indicated he expected more than friendship from me, and as always, I was embarrassed. He was a handsome guy, with an athletic body and gorgeous, night-black eyes. His hair was cut in a military style, which ended up giving him a straight boy appear