Foxheart Warriors Novels & Stories

One evening, Anthony received a box from an unknown person. Is this the present that the man who called me before told me? He remembered the call that he had with a lunatic. He shook his head and carefully opened the box using a cutter. When he has opened the box, Anthony saw Danielle's pictures that has an x mark on it and there was stains of blood. Feeling disgusted, Anthony carried the box and threw it on the trash bin. “ Who have the guts to play this kind of trick on me? Damn it!” Anthony frowned and punched the wall with his clenched fist.

I ask, though my mind is reeling from all the new information he’s just given me. “The A****n’s.” He confirms with a nod. “A group of extremely strong, fierce women warriors. For a while, they died out. It was harder for them to exist, without their Queen, who was killed in a battle. But some of them clung on, and eventually, they connected with you. From what I understand, you were fascinated with their leader at the time, leading to a partnership. Her name was Katherine, and she displayed great strength and a yearning for power. She was one of your biggest worshipers, fascinated with magic and the power it could bring. She passed, eventually, and there have been many leaders since then. Th

"Is that really the story?" "I'm summarizing," Marcellus said. "And skipping parts. See, this is the part I find very interesting." "The Hova prince released the handmaiden from her collar, unleashing her full, dormant power. On the fields of Staran, all the Hova saw was a blinding white light that rained upon them with the wrath of a wronged people, charring them where they stood. It was her. The Lightning princess, also known as Fireheart."

Patience is no more an option if her life is in danger. “Open up!!!” adamant boiling in heart channeled to his fist, banging the door continuously that it started to shake. Feared that he would break into the room, Sarah mustered a few words “Leave me alone”. Those few words calmed him down immediately. His breathing heaved to a steady pace. His shoulder slumped in defeat. Strength to stand drained out. “Sweatheart…. please open the door. Don’t do this to me. You’re killing me…” sliding off his back on the door, he settled on the floor

Because Sevina knew that she could defeat countless armies with just her powers but there was no effective weapon to overcome this emotion she had in her heart. That was the truth... Her heart was the enemy now yet it felt like even if she could really get rid of it or not, she was still going to lose. ------------------------ PRINCE KEVIAN sat on the huge couch inside his quarters, looking deep in his thoughts as he blankly stared at the dance of the flames on the fireplace across the spacious room. He had been troubled by a lot of things all day.

I couldn't help but clutch Byron's arm. "Now, I've been informed of your little condition" he started, looking at us from under his glasses. If only it really was a little illness, I wouldn't be this worried. "I also have a copy of your medical records and see that you've been diagnosed with Arrythmogenic right ventricular cardiomyopathy" he glanced at the file in front of him before looking at me. Anytime I hear the full name of my illness it made me realize the severity of what I had.

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

I could not even count the number of people I elbowed indiscriminately because they pushed me or stepped on me. Great. This is just freaking great! Coming here is the worst decision. “Ayen! Ayen, it’s them! Felix’s band!” She brandishes her poorly made cartolina banner above her head, and I’m sure as hell it can’t be seen from the stage. She used an almost dried-up light-colored marker that camouflages the color of the paper, so how can anyone read it from that distance? “It’s Sir Felix!” I correct her again, my voice getting drowned out by the crowd’s noise.

Seeing him coming, the driver quickly brought the car near the porch and stood at the side. _____ What will Hiya do to get rid of this deal? What you think ? Why Ahil accept his mumma's decision ? Will they both tangled with this deal marriage? To know more read "Heart Savior".

Wave after wave of anxiety crashed over him as he watch the screen, small blip and flat line followed by the same pattern over and over again. He held his breath and wiped more tears away from his eyes. She wasn't even his but he promised he'd look after her and in this moment he was failing miserably. Finn watched in horror from the corridor and saw hoses and tubes, syringes and he heard words and commands that he couldn't comprehend. It was all chaos in his mind and he was trying to stay focused. He couldn't follow their progress to understand if she would make it through. Finn was lost in the moment.