Oakheart Warriors Novels & Stories

================================= Mariya, Mia and Kari are touring around Metropolitan Tokyo, since it's their day off at Angel Voices orphanage. Meanwhile... Mia and Kari are showing her the famous and iconic places in the capital city of Japan. Mariya is currently enjoying the tour, but she suddenly stops walking when she passes by the same place where her knight-and-shining armour saved her from imminent danger. She can still clearly remember everything, and her heart started beating like crazy. "When am I going to see you again, my angel?" she dreamily said to herself. "Hey, what are you spacing there for, Mariya?" she suddenly hears Mia's voice.

“Show me what you’re worth.” Another guard swung a blade. Cass ducked low, snagging the steak knife from the table, the grip cool in her palm. She slashed once, fast and clean, catching the man’s arm enough to make him drop the weapon. Leo caught her eye across the storm of motion. No words passed between them, but his look said it all: we don’t get out unless we fight together. The room dissolved into violence. Chairs overturned, glass crunched under boots, and the air filled with the metallic edge of adrenaline and the acrid bite of spilled wine mixing with candle smoke.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area. I jumped up and ran to her, trying to make her stay longer. The anger on her face and in the air palpable when I touched her though. Shocking me to my core, mates should show love. There should be sparks, not this hatred rolling off her. Her shoulders square and her mouth hardens as she speaks my name. “Sloan, I am not in the mood right now. Say what you have to say and let me go” For some reason I think she meant for me to reject her and let her leave the pack, but that’s not what I wanted at all. Panicking and grasping for words to make her stay in my presence, Oaklen suddenly growls out “Don’t speak to your Alpha that way.”

Then he tossed his lifeless body to the floor while still holding the man's beating heart. "Kill them and feed their heart to my babies," Oakley demanded. He gave the man's beating heart to one of his guards and walked out of the cell. Rehan followed him and the two went upstairs to the pack house. Because his hand was bloody, he decided to take a bath. All wolves said that Alpha Oakley has no heart, for he can kill someone in just a snap. He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored.

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.

Rolling her eyes, Megan snapped, "Stop being such an angel, that man left you dry for five years and hasn't turned in yet, what makes you feel he will? Do you even know whether he is alive or dead? What if he is enjoying his life banging every woman he sees? And here you are wasting your life waiting for someone who hasn't even bothered to even give you a missed call over the last five years." Dazing for a couple of seconds, Vanessa took a deep breath, "No matter what Meg, Oliver is my fiance and I love him." "Are you telling me that you love him or convincing yourself?" When Vanessa did not say anything, Megan sighed, "Look honey, I know you don't like giving up on relationships and people

Flameheart stated firmly, “and when the time comes, I will lead the charge. We will reclaim our world from the darkness.” The room erupted in agreement, voices rising in unity as they prepared for the fight of their lives. Each warrior understood the stakes, the lives that depended on their success, and the love that fueled their resolve. They were not just fighting for their own survival; they were fighting for the future of their kind and the humans who had chosen to stand with them.