Brightheart Warriors Novels & Stories

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

That woman is from another world, I swear. When we reach the room where all the injured warriors are lying, we’re met by a sight straight from a fairytale. Blake is sitting in the armchair with brightly glowing Lia cradled in his arms while the warriors from the King’s Guard and other packs sit on their beds, letting the witch’s aura heal them. How the hell is Blake so calm when his woman is literally glowing is beyond me. I guess that at this point it doesn’t matter to him what Lia does.

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.

"Hail Samarth, the Lionheart! May your name forever be etched in the annals of our kingdom's history!" A deafening roar erupted from the ranks of Samarth's warriors. The air reverberated with thunderous applause, echoing off the battle - scarred landscape as Samarth stood triumphant, his armor battered but unbroken. A warm smile spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with pride and relief, as he gazed out upon the sea of faces that had stood by him through the trials of war, and blurred was the sight for him, of the ocean of dead bodies lying across the land, bathing in blood and cut limbs of the rivals.

His body vibrated as he bellowed, “You think childish tricks will change anything? This is one battle you have lost.” Warriors closed in from all sides, pouring from behind fallen buildings and craters dug into the earth. The air around us shimmered when Brick, Harley, Brinley, and a couple hundred of our own appeared. Brinley’s beastly war cry started the battle. Within seconds, she and the others were lost within the crowd. I could only glean snippets of them in between the thrashing bodies of wolf and warrior alike. Gideon’s eyes darted left and right, taking in the destruction. I prayed he was realizing that despite his numbers, our people had more heart—more motivation than his ever had

He answered. "Fine. Bright report." He ordered calmly. "The male human warriors will attack this territory tomorrow night. The weapons that they will use will all be anointed with holy water. The Warriors will split into two groups. The first group that will attack us will be the village warriors who aren't that skilled in fighting. Their plan is simple, while most of our generals will be occupied with the first group, that's when the second group will step in and slaughter them. The second group of warriors is the best warriors from the capital. Since the gods were silent to them, they decided to do everything without their help. Their other plan is to have three of the powerful warriors wh

I hate that all this time, the universe was just quietly waiting for her to be born so she could end this. I hate all of it. And there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. There are a dozen warriors, all of us picked by Lyric, as instructed by Eudora, but all the magic casters followed us. No one could make them stay anyway, but the nymph queen Titania insisted that we’d need them. Bryce crossed the waters weeks ago. He’s home. On his island. Hiding behind wolves the world has forgotten exists. Fierce beasts with poisoned bites, deadly claws, and no compulsions. My father always described them as creatures that killed without conscience, that they loved nothing and no one, that in spite of

My name is Isabella Clarke, I'm 17 years old and the daughter of the well known Victor Varges. My father is a powerfull Lord and one of the oldest Dragons alive. My twin Brothers James and Matthew are 29 years old pure blood dragons and first class Majors of fathers Unit. 10 years after their mother died my dad married my mom. With 14 years I decided to join the military .I took my mother's name because I didn't want to be recognised as my father's dautger and be threated differently I want to succeed on my own. I just finish the Training for the sergeant and am ready to join a unit. Life is hard , the war seems to never end. The Berserkers came 15 years ago and since then the World is on fi

The warriors emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with an unsettling light. “Prepare for a fight!” Harley shouted, drawing his weapon as the dark warriors charged. The battle was fierce and chaotic, with Marinetta and Harley fighting off the dark warriors while trying to keep their focus on the altar. The dark magic seemed to amplify the warriors’ strength, making the fight even more challenging. Despite the odds, Marinetta and Harley fought with determination and skill. Their combined efforts pushed back against the dark warriors, their attacks creating bursts of light and energy that countered the dark magic.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”