A Warrior's Heart Novels & Stories

He was driven back again and again, his energy sapped and his strength fading. As the warrior lay on the ground, battered and bruised, I stood over him, my eyes glowing with a fierce determination. He was foolish to think that he would win the fight. I bent down to his level, my claws out as I ripped out his heart slowly watching him suffer from the burning pain. I held his heart in my hands as the warrior laid lifeless on the ground. I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumphant satisfaction as I looked at my packmates who had gathered

But it never came He was tackled down by a huge wolf who radiated power. I don't know what happened after that. I don't know how long I was there holding Viktor in my arms, "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. But I could hear nothing I could feel nothing. All I felt was hollowness, my heart, my soul, my mind even the smallest cell of my body had left me.

More warriors arrived from outside the gate and I still gave it my all but I was weakening. The warriors were now aiming for my heart with obviously the intent to kill me. I pushed myself too hard, dodging their claws and ending up with cuts on my arms and blood on my clothes. The last four warriors were good, some of the best I trained, and did not give me the chance to bury my claws in their backs.

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.

“Go back to your room , salsa. I need to rest now” Princess Rania said , looking away. Happiness and curiosity took her mind away that she forgot about her ill father. Was that the reason for his sudden sickness? Poor king! The Emperor was cruel and wicked. Rumors said his second , prince Ivar was heartless. Only those who went to battle saw him. They said he fought like a creature from the underworld. This scared people away from him. Princess Rania wished never see the favorite prince of Aragón. Such a heartless man was supposed to be thrown in a den full of Lion. Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals.

“I chose Ivyanka not because she’s my wife or Luna. I chose her because she’s worth it, and she has proven it over and over again. She’s pregnant with my pup, she almost died due to a vampire bite and yet here she is, standing strong and ready to give her all. While Ivyanka won’t be able to fight in the war because her pregnancy won’t allow her to shift, she will still be here for the training. If anyone has a problem with my decision, feel free to raise your hand without any fear…” “Before you guys decide…” I said. “Just know that I have no intention of ever dominating over you, I never had and I never will. I always wanted to work as a team, but thanks to Graham, you guys failed to see tha

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.

He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack without thinking or planning. Thus I really need to control him before they come, let me not use men that would help me succeed my goal. The rogue wolf was quick to heal from my attack and this time he was rushing towards me, aiming towards my heart. I couldn't let that happen, as I would be dead if his poison reached my heart. Where is my inner wolf when I need her, I need her now if I wish to suffer. ROMAN POV. "Any news yet," an excited Xylah asked, for some reason she had been confined to her room and most times she slept, with me cuddling her.

the system answered. As a passerby brushed past Keagan, their hurried footsteps unapologetically jostling him, he stood unwavering. The distraction failed to divert his gaze from the screen, his admiration undimmed as the no.12 hero triumphed over their formidable adversary. The grand hall erupted in a crescendo of cheers, echoing the aspirations deep within Keagan's heart. At that moment, a profound yearning swelled within him, the yearning to someday stand among those esteemed heroes. He nurtured an unspoken desire to partake in battles of such magnitude, to emerge victorious.

I taught shielding techniques to Jarrik, the boy who lost his family; mindfulness breathing to Lina so her fear wouldn’t freeze her blade; and footwork to Tomas, whose curiosity outpaced his strength. During a break, they sat with me under the old oak. I passed around flasks of water. “A warrior is not just muscle,” I said. “It’s heart. It’s mind. It’s trusting yourself enough to stand when everything tells you to run.” They nodded, absorbing each word. The air hummed with new resolve. One evening, as the sun sank behind the eastern ridge, I finished lessons early. The yard was silent. I returned to the palisade, scanning the borders before midnight. That’s when I heard soft footsteps beyond