Epic: The Musical Warrior Of The Mind Novels & Stories

Their muscles were rigid with anger, and they threw stones at me for having the guts to betray their Alpha. But I did no such thing. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Micheal addressed the warriors. His voice bounced against the walls of the training hall. “Warriors of the Blue Lily pack. I have gathered you all here today to officially thank you for the effort you have put into the growth of this pack. Yes, I know that's not enough reason to summon you all, but without you, our pack would not have the strength to defend itself against her enemies. Neither would we have the courage to move on…”

Everything I do is in the public eye and girls want to be my friends or dress like me, I mean I don't even know how I became so popular and I don't even care about popularity and stuff. I'm known as the Queen B of west Beverly high. And before you judge me I'm not a bully or a bitch as how popular girls of high school are portrayed but everyone respects me and tries to be on my good side. Well I can sometimes be a bitch if you get on my bad side.

Dimitri stopped suddenly and darted a glance around the arena, staring at his army who had their heads bowed as listened to his words in attention. "But that does not mean I will allow Eldrick to win over me. No, never. I cannot and will not lose to anyone. I am the ultimate victor and I alone, am deserving and worthy to rule this world." Dimitri hollered and everybody closed their eyes, gulping in fear and anxiety, waiting for his next words.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

Each mind becomes a thread in this web, every thought and emotion intertwining with the others, creating a tapestry of resistance and determination. Then, the Major Archon begins to emit a sharp sound. It's so piercing it seems to cut through the air, resonating in every corner of the place. It's a call to arms, a war cry that rises above the din of battle. The sound intertwines with the mental network he has created, vibrating through each connection, strengthening their bonds and filling them with a renewed sense of purpose and courage.

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

"We'll see about that." Those of you who have read my other stories know I can't go too long without a good ole fight scene ;). And thank you HW godmother (yes, she has returned) ohorpheuss for the song suggestion. Pagan Polska just screams medieval bar scene. Hope y'all enjoyed the first DPOV! It's definitely not the last. Translations: Geebag – unpleasant or foolish person

I’m just a warrior’s daughter, born to my station not to rise above it and not fall in love with anyone who is above my rank. The next few days proved just how worthy a warrior I will be, now that the foolish notions of loving someone that is unobtainable has now withered and died. Allowing my heart to be full of rage while I train is the only thing that keeps my dream alive now, the only dream that has any validity to it, the only dream that I allow to surface.

Ezekiel didn't knew what was happening, his mind couldn't compensate all the things that was happening in front of him, he didn't knew how to act, all confused he asked elders "Is my son warrior" "Not only a warrior, your son is a ruler who will end all the catastrophies and will maintain peace throughout the world" said elders looking at Ezekiel. "Please name my child and bless him" said Ezekiel bowing his head in front of elders "He will be called Athen, his name will be spread all over kingdoms, his might will be known everywhere" said elder. "Athen! It's a good name" said Ezekiel. Ezekiel took Athen back to home with him, his wife Maria was awake by now, he told Maria about everything th