Brightheart Warriors Novels & Stories

A cute voice asked. “Because she is the only female warrior of the Xenakis tribe, she’s the leader’s daughter!” The redheaded girl explained. “Woah!!!” They all exclaimed at the revelation. Apparently, most of them had neither seen nor heard of her before. The redheaded girl nodded in affirmation. “So I heard that Alpha Russe’s charm had made her infatuated with him.” She whispered again. “Eishh! Doesn’t she have her own mate? Or is she the legendary mate-less warrior from our history classes?” The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice.

The clearing in the woods went silent. All were looking at the woman. "Who sent you?" asked Mithraos. "Karivayis," said the woman and in that moment two warriors in the Mauraye side cut their own throat. All understood the seriousness of the situation. "What was the plan of Karivayis?" asked Rishi. Karivayis are the darkest of the group in Arthanava. They are believed to be living like animals. They leave only bones and skeletons after a war. They are also said to be the most blood hungry ones.

He regarded her with a bored look as he used his free hand to pluck the dagger from Elaina’s hand. “The brotherhood should know that the battlefield is no place for a woman.” The dark warrior tsked now. He placed the edge of Elaina’s weapon against her throat, right below her still healing wound. “Seems someone tried this already and didn’t succeed.” He continued applying a little pressure. “I’m sure they’ll thank me later.” Elaina felt the familiar sting of metal piercing skin as the warrior above her continued applying pressure to the dagger he held. Adrenaline began pumping as Elaina kicked up her legs with so much force they stunned the warrior just long enough for her to free her arms

“We’re neither an Anomalous nor a mere human being, but you got it right, daughter of the president, we are formidable­—and much stronger than you can ever compete.” And from the chaos of blades sparring and glinting in the dimly lit sky came four armored warriors. Hera had never seen them before nor had she felt such a tremendous amount of energy with not much fault in them. It was far from perfect, but its register was enough to send shivers down her spine. The woman who seemed to have spoken earlier smirked at them, unbothered by the screams of fallen warriors behind her. She brushed her hands on her shoulder as though wiping off dirt, her green eyes directed to Hera who swallowed hard.

"Yes dear we saw it. But I am afraid it is not what it looks like. They were literally at the point of cutting each other's head off." "Awww really, I was happy when I saw them in that position." "They looked great together right?" "They did. But sir, those two really hate each other. You will need bigger and more effective plans to get rid of the hatred between them." "We know. We are not going to give up. Just keep us updated and thank you for your help." "Sure sir, you can always count on me." She said her usual anthem before ending the call. "What are we going to do now Chris, It's obvious our plan failed miserably." Elise questioned. He was having a worried look on his face.

The sound echoed through the crystal hallway. Every step perfectly synchronized. Amara’s heartbeat quickened. The figures emerged from the silver mist. One. Then five. Then twenty. By the time they fully stepped into the light… More than a hundred warriors stood before them. None of them breathed. None of them blinked. They wore ancient silver armor engraved with the crest of the First Dawn Kingdom. Each carried a crystal spear. Their faces were pale as marble. Their eyes glowed with soft blue light. “They’re…” Kael whispered.

unfortunately accurate. Orion had expected a spoiled princess playing at being a knight. What he'd found instead was a warrior who fought like a wounded tigress…vicious, skilled, and utterly fearless. He'd watched her take down men twice her size with a combination of speed and brutality that would have made his training masters nod in approval. She'd grabbed a spear mid-battle and used it to lift a fully armored soldier off the ground before finishing him. Brutal, efficient and Impressive. And then she'd looked at him with those hazel eyes…currently more gold than green, lit with fury and exhaustion…and told him to get out of her face.

“Tonight, we stand together! Tomorrow, we train together! And when the time comes, we will fight together! We are the shield, we are the sword, we are the fire that will not be tamed! And I—Jaiyana, goddess reborn—will fight beside you, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart, until the darkness falls!” The hall erupted. Warriors slammed their fists on the tables, voices shouting in unison, a thunderous roar of approval that rolled across the pavilion walls. Even the most skeptical vampires and witches found themselves swept up in the energy, leaning forward, eyes shining with a mix of fear, respect, and exhilaration. Kaplan grinned, his chest swelling with pride, and Sheila’s eyes sparkled, th

Blake The clubhouse was loud that night, the kind of loud that seeped into your bones. Laughter, music, bottles clinking, boots stomping to songs that never made it to the radio. For most people in here, it was comfort—a second home built on chaos. For Lucy, though, it was a battlefield. I could see it in every twitch of her shoulders, every dart of her eyes.

the warrior asked me again. Without further ado, I knew that I had to give an answer. "If you promise that my maid, Ophelia, my assistant, Andreas, and the people who supported me are safe and sound, I’ll marry you." For a while, the Crimson Warrior was looking at me with his emerald green eyes. "It's a deal then," he responded. ***