Novel & Cerita A Warriors Heart

Javier growls roughly. * * Lyrien snarls when he sees the blurs of warriors in front of him. He cannot even call them that. More like scrawny Betas and omegas who look as though they have caught some deadly disease. But they are quite abundant in numbers, their weapons are poised, directed at him, currently blocking his path...To his mate. The warriors he has taken with him are still quite behind, but that means nothing to Lyrien. His vision becomes cloudy with rage as he throws himself off his horse, tackling the first warrior who dives at him.

“Sweetheart, please. You have fought well, but Edgar is powerful. If he continues, we will lose our land, our lives. You would be taken by force and not as his wife.” “No, no,” I shook my head fiercely, “I have a plan, mother. I can win this, please believe in me.” I pleaded, but even as I said it, I felt the hollowness of my own words. My parents were right. This war had dragged on for a year now,w and I had been away for 8 months, trying to fight. At first, we were winning until Edgar allied with Tauran, a man who claimed that my father's pack and Kingdom belonged to his father.

But with her… something in me stalled. She was trembling even when she pretended she wasn’t. The kind of trembling that comes from living too long on edge, waiting for the next blow. I’d seen it before—in brothers who came back from war, in women who’d been swallowed up by men who thought fists were a language. It’s not fear of the moment; it’s fear burned into the bones. So, yeah, I offered her a ride. Not because I thought she’d take it—hell, half expected her to bolt the second I stopped—but because leaving her there felt wrong.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

he screams. " I know, chill. That's not what I meant. Remember when two years back one of the female warriors got into heat? We let her beat the crap out of you .If you don't send me, send someone else. The Nero Beta is mated, and he is strong and you know how good they are in provoking people. Sent him, let him provoke her and let her beat the shit out if him" I suggest and he exhales " Your right, call them right now".

He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

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.

the warriors shouted, falling to one knee. I raised my sword high, its metal glowing with the same light that burned in my blood. "Tonight," I roared, "we prepare for war." "Tomorrow," my wolf surged, my voice deepening. "We claim the right to defend our territory. And we take back Regina because she is a valued member of our pack." The warriors howled, long and fierce in agreement. But I didn't hear them. All I heard was the echo of Regina's heartbeat. It was far away, the fear in his heart, trapped in a monster's camp.

The battle was over, but the war had only begun. And for the first time, I understood what the Heart was whispering. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a warning.