A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

“What?” “My backstory.” Oh. That. I hesitated. “Only if you want to tell me.” She didn’t. Instead, she said, “Your warriors are soft.” “Excuse me?” “Emotionally. They fight like people who haven’t decided if they’re allowed to win.” I frowned. “That’s not softness. That’s trauma.” “Same difference in a war.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just matter-of-fact. Like someone who’d already watched this play out in a dozen other packs, and she was just skipping to the end where things got bloody.

“I think…sometimes I have dreams…that they put these here to later cut out my heart. In my dreams they do.” Nizhoni squeezed him a bit tighter, holding him a bit closer, before turning him enough to make eye contact. She put a hand lightly over his heart, covering the X scar. “No one will ever hurt you like this again, baby. No one.” “Do you promise?” The terror in the question and the hope shined equally in his eyes. She wiped away fresh tears and kissed his forehead. “I swear to you, Jaxsen. You’re safe now, Yanaha. You’re not alone anymore.”

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

Reid's face had transformed, his eyes blazing with a fierce, contained fury. Reid's rage erupted, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly fury as he took a step closer to the warrior. His voice dropped to a menacing growl, "How dare they! How dare they take her from me!" The warrior trembled, attempting to back away, but Reid's swift movement was unstoppable. With a fluid, deadly motion, Reid's hand buried deep within the warrior's chest, and a sickening crunch echoed through the room as he ripped out the warrior's heart. The lifeless body crumpled to the floor, a macabre testament to Reid's unbridled wrath.

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?

Then I quickly drove my right hand into his chest and plucked his heart right out of it. His partner who was still involved in a scuffle with one of my warriors beheld what just happened before him and was left terrified. As he pushed the warrior away from him, he took steps backwards with his eyes widened and his entire body trembling. Whoever it was that sent him surely failed to tell him what kind of man he was about to face. Such a shame he was about to find out by experience. I made my way to him very slowly, putting out my hand to my warrior to let me handle it myself. "Get up," I said to him, not wanting to kill a grounded man who wasn't put there by me. "Get up!"

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

“I won’t. I’ve faced worse.” A proud gleam shone in his eyes. “That’s my warrior.” Her heart pounded, spirit ablaze. His warrior…

I command, my voice cutting clean through the chaos. My warriors obey instantly. They form a protective arc around me, blades flashing, teeth bared. A wolf lunges from the right—one of Keith’s chiefs—and is intercepted before he can reach me. My warrior tears out his throat with efficient brutality. The metallic scent of blood thickens the air. And beneath it— There. A pulse. Deep. Ancient. Calling to me. The Heart. My lycan stirs, her presence coiling through my mind like silver mist. Closer, she whispers, low and hungry. It beats for us.

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no