Life Of A Warrior Novels & Stories

My legs shake but I stay standing. "This world..." I start, then stop. I don't know how to finish that thought. This world of violence and death. Do I belong here? Can I survive in a place where young soldiers die in my arms? Marta seems to understand what I'm not saying. "Healing is just as important as fighting," she tells me. "Maybe more important. Warriors save lives by defeating enemies. We save lives by putting people back together after. Neither can exist without the other." "I don't feel like I'm saving anyone."

They each clutched swords in their hands, their eyes fixed on Christopher whose lips were curled back a guttural growl coming from his mouth. Ignoring the pain in her arm Elaina jumped up and flung herself in front of Christopher again just as one of the warriors surged forward weapon at the ready. Not thinking Elaina pulled a dagger from her shoulder sheath and deflected the attack at the last minute. She watched the warrior stumble back in shock before readying himself again. “Don’t.” Elaina warned spreading her feet shoulder width apart. “He isn’t the enemy.” The warrior looked at her angrily. “Move aside.” He said as he moved forward. “Christopher is the enemy as far as I am concerne

He snapped at her, his eyes scanning through the people. “She gave it all for us, we all did. We all went to war while every one of you were seated here, going around with your daily activities. Do you know how many warriors lost their lives so you could live? How dare you point your fingers and accuse someone a murdered?” His voice deepened with raged about to explode. Another warrior stepped further. “That is who we are, that is who you all made us.” He started with his eyes scanning the crowd and his finger pointed at them. “We kill to survive or get killed. Why?” He yelled.

I still had to hold my own. I’m a warrior, I’m a warrior, I’m a warrior- I kept telling myself over and over again in my mind, hoping that one day I would actually believe it instead of pretend it. This was my life, devoted to the cause, a fighter, a good little soldier to my father, the alpha of Lacuna pack.

"We are the Mountain Mist Pack's warriors. We will put our lives in danger for the sake of our pack. We shall repel all attackers. We have never surrendered." The warriors echoed their yells before fighting with the warriors from the Purple Sea Pack. They're just training, but they're like fighting a war. Yesterday a warrior from this pack almost died, and fortunately, the medical staff immediately evacuated him. I was forced to stand on the balcony of my room because my wolf wanted to study the fights of hundreds of wolves in the yard and road in front of the warrior's camp. My wolf is tired of hearing Tayron, and Zion lectures him to fight using techniques.

While heavily drugged. But still. Allowing himself to be very nearly stabbed in the back and having a tiny slip of a woman save his life wasn’t exceptionally manly. No doubt his new mate would have no words to justify what she’d see as an idiotic statement. She didn’t understand the old warrior’s oath of death before dishonor. She’d dismiss it as a token statement made by those who thought it was easier to die than to live. She’d probably accuse him of being one of those people. He had life and breath, but he’d told her he’d never love her because he refused to fully live that life again in the name of a warrior’s honor. That wasn’t what he was doing, but she’d probably see it that way.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

"It matters to everyone. This is their home." "Their home. Not their survival. There is a difference. You know what it feels like to lose everything. To watch your world burn. To have nothing left but the choice between dying or becoming something harder." She paused. "That knowledge makes you either the bravest or the stupidest warrior I have ever trained. Either way I need you on the battlefield." The admission settled between us. Not friendship. Not affection. But recognition. Warrior to warrior. "What will you teach me?" I asked.