Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Heart

I heaved a sigh as I slowly looked up to see him while he talked, but not for long as I looked away immediately. “You see what you two are doing here? When you are supposed to be doing your training, you are trying to woo a girl. And you, are you not supposed to be focused on your training too? You stood there like a hopeless orphan, trying to get people to be sympathetic with you. Do you think that's what being a warrior is all about? A warrior has no feelings at all, no matter how small. We lack emotions, and that is why I can come into the room and hit you with the coldest water on the planet and still not ask you to change. Whatever feelings you have here, make sure to bury it at the ent

In the calm quiet of the night, my traitorous heart had fallen some more. And then we’d discussed the wolf I’d found that morning. It had stayed with me, lurking in the back of my mind as the first Warrior Wolf we’d found had. There was something so coarse about seeing a body not upon a battlefield. Although, I supposed, it was a different kind of battle. A darker one that played out with no honour.

I had never felt fear like that in my life, but in that moment, it gripped my heart like an icy fist. The luxurious gym, with its state-of-the-art equipment and panoramic views of the city, feels suffocating. I should have known better than to let anyone close, to allow myself to feel. Andrea’s vibrant smile and warm eyes haunt me, a stark contrast to the broken, bloodied form I had cradled in my arms. I turn back to the punching bag, my resolve hardening. I will make Vladimir pay for what he’s done and never again make the mistake of opening my heart. The price is too high, and Andrea is paying it with her life.

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

I held the beating heart in the face of the remaining warrior who looked like he was about to piss his pants. “This will be how your heart will end up if you don’t find her and bring her to me,” I said curtly. The warrior shivered and I scoffed. They call themselves werewolves but they are weak and pathetic. “Y-yes Alpha!” The warrior whose name I don’t even know scurried out of the room like his tail was on fire. I crushed the heart in my hand and threw it on top of the dead body on the ground. “Master, do not despair. If she’s missing, it means she’s alive. We can just find her.” Brianna’s voice came and the steam coming out of my ears eased a little.

His spirit isn't fit to be a background extra, let alone the lead warrior of a blockbuster film. Putting on a totally helpless, innocent expression of my own, my tongue utters, "It is not that my heart does not want to help your skin, cousin. Warlord David does not change his alpha mind easily once his fangs are set. Your spirit can get mad at my name all you want, but why did your claws throw his personal alpha crest card onto the dirt right in front of his face? Also, my own hands wanted to hand that crest card directly to Dad for the pack alliance. How could your greed take it away from my gear in the first place?"

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

A nurse mixed up the reports and told them that she was suffering from kidney failure. Matthew's eyes welled with tears. He clutched the doctor's coat and shouted, "Give her my kidney! Take both if you have to! If I lose her, I don't want to live anymore!" Once they realized it was a mistake, the man who ruled the boardroom with a cold heart crouched in the hospital hallway, sobbing like a child. "Thank God, Danielle. I'm so glad you're okay." People around her often warned that as Matthew's empire grew, he would inevitably attract countless admirers. Yet he treated her so well that she couldn't muster even a trace of suspicion.

And I — Sereyna — stand between both worlds, heart split where the howl meets the heartbeat. I can’t even say the word courage. The west stretches across the land in a number too great to count, and fear—fear isn’t the word either. If fear had any power left, we would have chosen surrender. We wouldn’t be standing here now, blades and hearts bared under the merciless daylight. A lone west warrior steps into the clearing, his armor flashing like deceit in the sun. I guess that’s Varyn’s spokesman. Beside me, Rauth lifts a hand, signaling one of his own to meet the man.