The Poet Warrior Youth Novels & Stories

My voice shimmered with hope, my heart fluttered with the thought of a future filled with love. Sunrise laughed, her voice was light and teasing, "Dreaming big, aren't we?" We all burst out laughing, our laughter echoed through the forest, Just as we were lost in our girlish fantasies, a patrol of Warriors emerged from the shadows of the forest. At the front was Stone-heart, a young wolf whose arrogance matched his strength, his stoic, handsome face carved with responsibility far beyond his years. He was just 22. He signaled his men to move forward, his gaze fixed steadfastly on me. I felt my heart skip a beat.

Charlie continued, “Number two! As a martial artist, you are very strong and tenacious, but you are also very soft and weak on the inside! This proves that you don’t have what it takes to be a martial artist! A warrior is a wolf who dares to fight and is not afraid to die, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a pitiful poodle beneath the tough physique and sharp wolf-like fangs!” Tears flowed down Nanako’s face upon hearing this. Yet, Charlie went on. “Number three! Warriors are soldiers who are not afraid to walk to their death! When they go to the battlefield, they are prepared to shed their blood and sacrifice their lives, but they never jeopardize their dignity! What about you? How dare y

the warrior by my side asked looking at the warrior in front of him, whereas he was speaking about me. “Oh, the boy… he’s the servant boy. Henry told me he joined yesterday,” “Servant boy joined the army? Why? Are we in need of sacrifice?” the other warriors who heard laughed but I acted like I didn’t hear a thing. “Servant boy, hey, what’s your name?” One of the warriors asked. I behaved like I wasn’t the one spoken to, I continued to squat and jump when they stopped all of a sudden and one of them pushed me and because I wasn’t expecting it, I fell on my butt,

The chief warrior reported to me that he and thousands of our warriors were already in front of the Gray Sea Pack. My claws gripped the ground tightly as my adrenaline surged. I sprinted towards the bridge, following the ten warriors who were already running. The waves crashed against the bridge, soaking my feet and splashing my back, but I maintained my speed and stability. I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead. It didn’t take long for me to arrive at the world’s number one poison-producing pack. The six warriors guarding the gate immediately opened the gate wide without waiting for orders. Hopefully, those who have only been warriors for a year will find the right opponent for their abilitie

Instead, I let the voices in. The screaming did not lessen, and the agony didn’t fade. But now I let it exist without trying to overpower it. I opened the bond between myself and the minds pouring through me—not to control them, not to command them—but to see them. Truly see them. The boy wasn’t a weapon. He was twelve. He liked carving little wooden animals from driftwood. The warrior had a sister who braided his hair before battle. The woman who’d strangled her own mother had once sung lullabies in a kitchen that smelled of cinnamon and smoke.

Elleanna’s voice carried into the front as she sang and baked “…Now I’m a warrior…Now I’ve got thicker skin…I’m a warrior….I’m stronger than I’ver been..And my armor, is made of steel, you can’t get in…I’m a warrior…and you can never hurt me again….Out of the ashes, burnin’ like fire….you can save your apologies…you’re nothing,but a liar…I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars…that I will never show…I’m a survivor…In more ways than you know…” She took out the cookies and moved them to cool down then she began baking a homemade carrot cake. “…there’s a part of me that I can’t get back…A little girl grew up too fast…All it took was once, I’ll never be the same….Now I’m taking back my life today…Nothing

he started, “You have to learn to face your problems. Running away from your problems isn't a permanent solution. It's only temporary. But facing your problems is a permanent solution. You have to be a warrior, okay?” I nodded with a pout. His words didn't make sense, yet they did. I didn't know why. “I want to be a warrior…” I muttered in a daze like a child. “Very good. Do you know what a warrior does?” he asked, trying to ignite curiosity in me. “Sacrifices their lives for other people?” He chortled and shook his head. “No, silly. They fight back.” I glanced at him quizzically as a question appeared in my mind.

Finally, I stopped. “You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.” A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.

Smirking, I gave each of them a meaningful smirk as I taunted, “A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like some gossip-addicted teenagers.” Triggered, they stood up, one asking, “What do you mean by that?” I took a bite from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn’t they be smarter than this?” I wanted to taunt them further, but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be in. One of the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He looked straight into me without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on his face.

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”