Heart Of The Sun Warrior นิยาย & เรื่องราว

All their strategies would end up being useless in front of Volar and these mere war tactics could not make their enemy surrender. Although Kristoff did not have any intentions to fight against Eldrick, he had no choice. He was the Commander of the army and it was his duty to lead his men in the battle. He could not allow personal feelings to hinder him in his goals and above all, he was fighting for his motherland. So, he had to take part in the battle unwillingly, even if it meant he would be fighting his possible son-in-law in the future.

As we approached the warriors one by one, they showed Alpha Xavier submission by bearing their necks at him, until we made it to the ring where I had been watching the warrior from the window just moments ago. The two warriors were in the middle of their match and the one that I thought was fast was winning the match with little to no effort on his part. I was hypnotized as I watched the match unfolding in front of us as I began to anticipate the warrior’s opponent’s next move. Something about the way they moved in the ring, brought my wolf slowly forward and it was as if she wanted to jump in the ring and have a little bit of the action herself, but I knew that it was forbidden for she wolv

The heavenly sound made a path for the deathly silence between us; the only sounds we could hear were the raindrops that hit the roof and the beating of our hearts. “A year ago, I became a warrior for the Blue Lily pack, and in that time, I have led 14 raids on your pack and brought every pack that stands in my way to their knees…” I stepped closer to him. The heat of his body enveloped me, and a sigh almost left my lips.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

The fractured moon above wept blood-red light over the battlefield. In the heart of the chaos, Liora faced Solan, leader of the Solar Wolves. His fur blazed like the sun itself, his amber eyes wild. “The Sun God rises, Liora! You can’t stop him!” “I don’t need to stop him,” Liora growled, her claws glowing. “I only need to remind him that even the sun bows to the moon.” Their fight sent shockwaves across the field. --- Scene 6: Iris Descends

Alima POV I sat by the counter, my back slightly slouched, my hands clasped together in my lap as I stared around, waiting to be called on stage. It was very hard for a lowly omega werewolf like me to secure a decent job, I could only work as a club dancer. I tried my best,I just couldn’t escape being here after all. “The Silvercrest pack wouldn’t leave our pack alone, it’s tiring to see how they’re making it difficult for our Alpha,” Benita, one of the club dancers, was talking to another dancer.

Sensing the shift in his mood, his parents, keen to redirect his focus, initiated a conversation about various unrelated topics. _________ The morning had unfolded, with the sun illuminating everything in its path, yet Hiya's life remained shrouded in darkness despite the radiant dawn. Utkarsh, seemingly indifferent to her plight, had left for the office. Throughout the night, Hiya grappled with pain so intense that even standing seemed an insurmountable challenge.

Every word she spoke to them had been an act. All she wanted was to watch me unravel after my mother's death. She wanted to prove that every man who claimed to love me was only pretending. She needed me to realize that she was the one they had loved all along. It was never me. Rage consumed Ryan as he uncovered Olivia's betrayals. Back when he loved her, every quirk had seemed endearing. Even her endless need for comfort once felt sweet, almost pitiable. Now, after all that had unfolded, hatred filled the space where love once lived.

His voice was calm. “But I want to be better,” he said. “And this time… I mean it.” Something in my chest shifted. “I don’t care about the past anymore,” he added. “I just want to do right by you. I want to be your husband… and the father of our child.” My throat tightened. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them. I hated this. I hated how easily I could break. Maybe it was the pregnancy. Maybe it was everything. Or maybe… it was him.