A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

Everything around him seemed to turn down its volume. 4! His heart rate started to increase by the tension created by this chaotic event. 3! He called her out as loud as he could, that it would break his vocal chords. 2! He’s getting close to the fields, still hollering his soul out for her to hear. 1! Nevertheless, she never heard it. *explosion* Huge beams of light flashed before their eyes. Zhackary was thrown away by the massive flare up from the minefields. It wasn’t just blood that gushed from him, also the salty river from his eyes called tears after realizing that it was too late for him to save her.

My voice shimmered with hope, my heart fluttered with the thought of a future filled with love. Sunrise laughed, her voice was light and teasing, "Dreaming big, aren't we?" We all burst out laughing, our laughter echoed through the forest, Just as we were lost in our girlish fantasies, a patrol of Warriors emerged from the shadows of the forest. At the front was Stone-heart, a young wolf whose arrogance matched his strength, his stoic, handsome face carved with responsibility far beyond his years. He was just 22. He signaled his men to move forward, his gaze fixed steadfastly on me. I felt my heart skip a beat.

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

The unnamed warrior, covered in his own blood as his chest slowly heaved and fell. My breath caught. I didn’t even know what to feel—fear, guilt, pain or anger? The warrior was now in his human form, slowly taking his last breaths. He was looking me directly in the eyes, and for unknown reasons, I was frozen in place, unable to move under the scrutiny of his weak eyes. Sometimes I feel cursed with the kind of heart I was born with. How could I still feel pity towards a man who had the intent of taking my life?

My heart sank, my vision blurring with rage. The second badge of warriors was being led towards the trees, their hands bound behind their backs. They were about to meet the same fate as Elder Ryker. A roar of fury erupted from my throat as I charged towards the enemy warriors. My body was a blur of motion, my claws extended. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses consumed by rage. I slammed into the enemy warriors, my claws swiping through the air. My warriors followed close behind, their bodies a frenzy of motion as they tore into the enemy. The sound of snarling and growling filled the air, the scent of blood and sweat hanging heavy over the battlefield.

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.

She is completely blank while she is working, just taking care of her responsibility and doing just what’s needed. Many times between work, her mind wants the work to end and return back to thinking about him, it wants her to return to pain. The pain of separation. she had thought the world about him, she had dreamt of her lifetime with him, nothing was happening, and everything seemed falling apart. She feels like she is a heavily wounded soldier who has lost a battle against fate and destiny.

Damien's POV The celebration was in full swing under the Northern Lights. I held my drink, accepting congratulations from other pack leaders. Lila was clinging to my arm, the picture of perfect elegance. But I couldn’t shake a feeling of unease. Like I was forgetting something important. Suddenly, a gut-wrenching pain tore through me. It was a phantom silver blade, slicing open my chest and ripping my heart right out. "Argh—!" I screamed, falling from my chair.

At one point, I get excited to hear a strong heartbeat, only to realize that it’s my own heartbeat and not my uncle’s. I’m broken out of my haze when strong hands wrap around my arms. I look ahead to see a pack warrior in front of me. His mouth is moving, but I can’t make out any words. I close my eyes and struggle to open them again. My head is starting to feel cloudy, and the warrior’s face isn’t as clear as it just was. I feel darkness dancing at the edge of my vision, and I want to give in badly.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.