Heart Of The Sun Warrior の小説・ストーリー

Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal. The moment I heard his laughter and after his voice was the moment my blood boiled. The asshole had the nerve to appear and try to taunt me. "Now… now Mattie boy. Come now, tell your men to put down their guns as you already know, are outnumbered and you don't stand a chance. So be smart about this and surrender." His voice was loud as it sounded cheerful and powerful drawling a scowl onto my face. I looked at my team asking them silently as they want to do.

~RIYA The sun barely rose above the horizon, casting a pale orange hue over the courtyard of the River Heart Pack House. The morning was cold, but not because of the weather. A tension thicker than fog hung in the air, settling in our bones and refusing to lift. I stood by the window of the training hall, my hand resting lightly on the stone frame. Below, the pack was stirring—warriors suited up, scouts returned with reports from the border, and elders whispered behind closed doors. There was no denying it anymore.

I stood on the highest branch of the Sun-Spire—now inextricably woven into the limbs of the Heart-Tree—and watched as the golden figures began to materialize. They were the Aethel-Guard, the elite soldiers of the Fifth Brother, Solis. They weren't shifters, but beings of pure, solidified solar energy, encased in armor made of white-dwarven steel. They didn't walk; they hovered, their blades hummed with a thermal frequency that threatened to ignite the very air. "They're burning through the canopy, Emma!" Félix shouted.

From a distance, they saw a large crowd, all of whom were Huaxia warriors. There were many people on Country Y's side as well, some of them were warriors from Country Y while most of them were warriors from Country M. These people looked very arrogant with disdain in their eyes. "These Huaxia warriors are as small as monkeys, haha..." A well-built warrior from Country M let out an ear-piercing ridicule, holding a golden sword in his hand. From the conversations of the surrounding warriors, Chu Xun learned that this man was named Hoffmann, a candidate of the Son of God for the Holy Temple of the Sun in the west. He also learned that Hoffmann could use the power of the sun and was very powerfu

It was glowing so brightly now that it was burning through the fabric. I pulled it out. The shard was a pure, blinding white—the Heart of the First Alpha. "Hallowed Army!" I roared, my voice carrying the weight of the Balance. "The night thinks it has won because it has a throne! But we have the sun in our blood! Do not look at the shadows! Look at the person beside you! We are the Blood-Moon! We are the Dawn!" The ten thousand wolves let out a roar that drowned out the wind, the sea, and the whispers of the dead. Their gold eyes flared, and as one, they shifted.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rugged landscape of Thornheart territory. The air was crisp, the scent of pine mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Darius Thornheart stood at the edge of a cliff, his broad shoulders squared against the wind, surveying the expanse of his pack’s land. He was a powerful warrior, revered among his people not just for his impressive combat prowess, but for his unwavering determination to protect them. The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety.

The warriors howled with joy, charging forward for their Alpha. Running in line with them, Heartman felt joy seeing their genuine commitment. As they journeyed to the last spot they missed, Caine, the pack warriors' leader charged forward, leading them on the difficult quest for Luna Nathalie.

The poor man looked completely horrified now. “Please Alpha…” he whispered weakly. I stared at him emotionlessly. “Take him away,” I ordered calmly. “Kill him.” “Please… please don’t kill me,” the warrior begged desperately, dropping to his knees in front of us. His injured body shook violently as he pressed his palms together. “I swear I can help you. I know where Roman is hiding. I can help you get his head, Alpha. Just… Please spare my life.” “It seems cowardice runs through the entire Sun Pack,” I said coldly, shaking my head in disbelief as I stared down at the warrior. “Then again, I guess it makes sense when they’re being ruled by a coward too.”

Rogan removed Vivian's hand and went ahead to join the other warriors. He got to the war front and growled loudly, he took 2 of the sunshine clan warriors and a bit at their faces and removed their hearts out. He then moved to the next and targeted at his penis, he watched as he groaned. The Sunshine clan had released 35 soldiers, and they were all killed by Rogan and the other warriors, but Rogan was the only one alive. He turned around at Vivian and growled majestically, this made Vivian chuckle uncontrollably.

Thinking of him left a pang of pain in his chest. Da. Ma. Eli. They were everything to Joseph. Da with his fount of knowledge of everything over and under the Tau Ceti sun. Ma with her sweet smile and the warmest hug he's ever known. And Eli, loud and brash little El-El; never one to back down from any dare her older brother would give her. Now ma lies silent, uranium slugs stitching her back, shielding Eli in their last moments together. Acting as a human shield for Eli didn't matter though; the slugs ripped right through her body, peppering sweet, little Eli just the same. He heard his da screamed a guttural, most primal wail Joseph has ever heard his entire life. He saw his da charge at t