The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.

"She needs a new heart, or there's no saving her." Xerxes spoke up almost instantly, "I can give her mine." The demon lord looked down upon us, laughing sinisterly, "We can't. Only the immortals can switch their hearts with a Wisteria." His right-hand man raised a brow and said without hesitation, "That's easy—just kill an immortal." The demon lord shook his head, and breathed words that left me despairing, "It must be given willingly." Xerxes was silent this time. Was there any immortal who would willingly give up their heart?

“The greatest battles are not fought in the ring. There, only the body takes the hit. But the real wars are the ones we fight for love, for survival, for justice — in the places where there is no protective gear, and where every touch becomes a matter of life or death. And where, in the end, victory is only possible if you’re no longer fighting for yourself.” “Once, someone told him that love does not heal. But they never said it could teach you how to live again.

All I could hear were her screams of terror. My heart clenched, and without thinking of the consequences, I moved. I launched myself off the railing and into the brawl. I landed in the middle of the crowd and crouched over Maya, a low growl emanating from my chest. They faltered for half a second, confused by the power that radiated from me. For the first time since my memory returned, I wasn’t trying to hide who I was. Harrison had rejoined Sasha, now that he saw how the men followed her command. Urged on by his support, the warriors moved again.

I knew the feeling all too well from my time in training as a warrior to when I was given the position of captain to being given the mantle or general Commander. These women had no idea who they were dealing with. Edgar might be an unpredictable, ruthless insane bastard but I was strategic and spent my life as a warrior. I was not afraid to trample on anyone who thought for a second they were better than me. Not even Edgar even though he made me uneasy with his actions. “Move.” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to shock them into moving. I walked past them without soaring a glance and I felt their eyes follow me, boring holes inside my flesh.

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

He licked his fingers my taste still lingering on his skin and grinned like the devil himself. “You taste divine,” he said, eyes burning. “Can’t wait to fuck you full.” I turned back to the window, pretending the city lights held more interest than the war raging inside me. Why does my body keep betraying me, responding to the touch of a man I’ve grown to hate?

But he soon got over it and looked at Adharva. "We are at war, no matter what. This way, I can learn from the best," said Adharva had to admit that the warrior is the finest he has ever seen. He watched as the man swished the sword beautifully like he was dancing. --------- The war stopped at night. Adharva is yet to meet Mithraos. But his warrior Eloy , he left a mark. Adharva turned to see the Malvan warrior Head. Shikhar is the head of the warriors and army and Adharva respected and loved him like his own brothers.

“ Anthony scanned her profile from the folder that he was holding. “ I see that you have experience in work in Greenwich. But I don't need a cleaner here. What I need is someone I could trust? If I ask you to kill someone for me, will you do that?” Anthony had an eye of a hook ready to attack when he asked her that question. Shock filled Danielle's mind for a brief moment. She clasped her fist and met Anthony's eyes with full of courage. “ I can beat anyone if my boss needs but i can't kill

“You can drop the formalities.” Helion leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his white tank top. He’s one of the young ones–twenty-five–full of spite and fire. I was like him once. Ready to burn the world at the slightest inconvenience. That type of man is actually the kind of warrior I want in my ranks. They’re the hardest to break but the best in situations that require immediate action, when the body must separate from the rational mind. What kind of monster have I become?