Foxheart Warriors Novels & Stories

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

He literally has all the Godfathers in his palm, and I know it, so of course he knows everything will go in his favor. “Maverick and Michael, we are not blind to the disputes that have been going on between you two and we see all.. We definitely do.” ‘Shit! Shoot! Why are they calling my name now? I clearly told all forces involved to keep my name out of their mouths! I will kill them all if the Godfathers suspect anything.’ I thought as I kept staring at Santiago who was clearly eavesdropping. “Michael..” I flinched and tightened my jaw when my name was called. Well, you will be too when 15 suited men who can literally ruin your life in a split second bring you to a table.

With my one free hand, I quickly dialed a number on my phone. Before long, someone in a white coat appeared at the end of the hall. "Christopher Morris? He has a history of heart disease, right?" the doctor asked as he led us down the VIP corridor. Selena nodded quickly. "So, is it a relapse of his heart condition?" The doctor shook their head. "No, he got kicked in the chest during a fight." Selena had mentioned her brother before. From her words, I could tell he was a good man.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

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.

People aren't that scared of me but the beasts in me, my bloody vampire blood thirst, all he wanna do is kill, suck blood and bent all his frustration cause we didn't have a mate. Dokata the most fierce wolf ever known in the history of werewolves, well that was exactly what Drake my best friend told me, he happened to be a wizard and know a bit too much like Damon had said. He doesn't like him for that. Damon, Dokota and Don are the three beasts inside of me, but no matter what beware of Damon; the demon who originated from hell. *Yes Mate!* Don said in agreement to what Dokata had said.

I watched her walk toward the clubhouse entrance, slow and careful, every step measured. I stayed outside a moment longer, keeping watch. The brothers began stirring, engines starting, voices carrying over the lot. I felt the weight of my patch on my chest, the history behind it. The responsibility. The danger. I thought about the world she’d stepped into, the one she couldn’t see yet, the one that would test her in ways I couldn’t protect her from. And still… I couldn’t let her go.

She threw a vicious hook that landed square on her opponent's nose and shattered it instantly. Blood splattered across her tank top. Without even catching her breath, she stepped on the fallen fighter's chest and flashed the audience a wild, defiant smirk. At that moment, she was dazzling enough to draw everyone's attention. However, what caught my eye wasn't her athletic body, nor was it her cold, beautiful face. When I pressed the red button beside me, the entire arena erupted. In the underground boxing world, that button meant only one thing—no matter how high anyone else bid, I would raise it without limit until I won ownership of the fighter.

"What we need. Specifically. Particularly. Non-replicably." Cyrus held them, the terror that was subsiding, the presence that was replacing it, the love that was not conditional on survival but was absolutely, desperately, specifically invested in it. He felt Arthie's heart rate through the racing suit, the residual elevation that was normal, appropriate, the rhythm that was regular, the life that was continuing. "Your rate," he murmured, the doctor that was always present. "At Eau Rouge. One-sixty-five. Above threshold."

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.