Oakheart Warriors Novels & Stories

AIDEN Heart thrumming in my chest, I backed toward the front door, where miners were still breaking through despite how many had been killed under the claws and teeth of the guards. Bodies were scattered on the ground and blood was everywhere. Carnage was amuck and the sight of the scarlet pools of liquid was nauseating. Yet, they seemed unstoppable. They didn’t mind the carnage. All that mattered to them was their rebellion. “Your eloquence wasn’t effective, Sir,” Oakley said mockingly as he backed up alongside me, his long claws spread menacingly. Sarcasm laced his tone and sent a wave of irritation through me.

The battle began, and my warriors were fighting like true beasts, just like my future subjects, I could see in Faith's eyes how devastated she was that Owen was leading them to their death. Her people were being torn apart, all by the asses of the man she once loved and who thought there was still goodness in him, I began to defend myself between wolves and warlocks, trying not to hurt anyone, but it was impossible, they were going for the kill and that was only Owen's will.

The wall has always been there, but I never realized it was out of place and kept Clover and I from fully connecting. “We swear our loyalty to the Bloodwrath and Hale Kingdoms, we swear to protect all lycans, werewolves, vampires, and species not present. We will fight and guide our Kingdoms towards peace and harmony.” My heart pounds I my chest, Raven’s grip tightens around my hand as we listen to Ares leading all of the warriors in their oath to the realm. “I’m right here with you, we’ve got this. Listen to your instincts and what Ruby says,” I softly speak, lacing my fingers with hers, I look over into my twin’s glowing red eyes, and nod reassuringly.

I lock my love for him deep down in my soul, so that once I was in the afterlife, I had something to cling too. A chill ran through me that wasn’t caused by the winter winds, but by Owen and his army of Alphas, Betas and Warriors. Like a beautiful sea of everything that was good in this world, he made my heart flutter. His blonde long blonde hair blew in the wind and his face remained stoic as he ran towards us. Like a Viking God of War, the great Alpha Mars, the king of war, was ready for battle, but where they ready for a magically beefed-up rogue army that were blood thirsty? I wasn’t sure. A Part of me wants to tell Owen to run like Forrest Gump, but I remain silent.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

a deep growled escaped from Angel’s lips before he jumped off from one tree to another. Anger was fueling the darkness swirling around his entire body, and he was falling into his worse state. He quickly dashed to where the kids were. As soon as he made it there, he did not like what his eyes were witnessing. A few of their men were down and badly wounded but still fighting as they protected the kids and women in the area. It was a battle between rogues. Angel scanned around and saw the pleading parents not to hurt them while the kids' cried in fright which haunts him the most. Their broken voices ring through his ear, making his chest burst into a flame of rage.

The distant clash of swords, the howls of pain, the grating noise of armor against steel—it all echoed through the trees, reverberating across the territory that had once been peaceful, now a battleground where death was the only certainty. I stood at the edge of the forest, my hands clenched, nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay still. My eyes were locked on the horizon, where the sounds of battle surged like a living thing. Oswald, ever the soldier, had led his warriors into the fray. His presence on the battlefield was like a beacon, a force that rallied the wolves, but it was also one that pulled at the heartstrings of everything I had been taught about leadership. He w

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

Lots of graphic smut (ongoing). Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face ehr rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes (completed). b. i Story app Heartless Angels: Werewolf story about Oakley, a descendant of the Moon Goodess, who was rejected and abused by her original mate, her fmaily, and her pack and her journey to find out who and what she really is. Graphic voilence, and smut (ongoing).

"Impressive, my Dad's a Count. I'm from the Valrus family. My name's Garry. We should get to know each other. There aren't many other nobles in this class. It's mostly commoners." "What's wrong with commoners? The headmTom is one." "Commoners are weak. The strongest ones here can only do level 4 magic. I, on the other hand, can do level 6. What about you? What's your level?" "I can use up to level 8..." Garry went quiet for a moment after I told him. He then asked, "No need to lie, just tell me your real level?" "That is my real level. I can use level 8 magic."