The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

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?

I ask, though my mind is reeling from all the new information he’s just given me. “The A****n’s.” He confirms with a nod. “A group of extremely strong, fierce women warriors. For a while, they died out. It was harder for them to exist, without their Queen, who was killed in a battle. But some of them clung on, and eventually, they connected with you. From what I understand, you were fascinated with their leader at the time, leading to a partnership. Her name was Katherine, and she displayed great strength and a yearning for power. She was one of your biggest worshipers, fascinated with magic and the power it could bring. She passed, eventually, and there have been many leaders since then. Th

“Our lands have been plagued by unknown creatures from unknown locations. They’ve destroyed packs, they’ve destroyed families and as your Alpha, I said no more! We shall defeat one enemy at a time. We shall strike on the RedClaw pack for daring to kidnap one of our own.” Growls. I raised my voice, letting my rage shimmer. “No more hiding. No more silence. No more waiting. And no more pleading.” I felt my eyes burn crimson, watching the warriors hail, each rising higher with every word I said. “We are the FireHeart Pack— born of ash, reborn in fire, and we do not bow!” The wind picked up, carrying my words over the lands. I saw mother giving a nod of approval, and this seemed to enlighten me

They just fell, black smoke spilling from their wounds instead of blood. I’d fought before, bled before—but this was different. These weren’t battles for survival anymore. This was war. The Heart’s energy pulsed in my veins, begging to be unleashed. I let it rise, just enough to create a shield around us. The barrier shimmered gold, humming softly. Each time a blade struck, the light flared brighter. Sylra barked orders from the steps, her warriors joining the fray, but for every assassin cut down, two more appeared. They poured from the shadows like a tide of death.

As we neared it, the words from her premonition came to me. “What you hold close to the heart will not survive. For war is a field of no rules and morality, something you know of. But the last cards are in place as you have not changed the course of your path. In war, there are no rules but one unspoken yet agreed upon. Attack the heart. And what does an immortal man hold close to his heart that he couldn’t hold before? His mate, Vivian.”

The unnamed warrior, covered in his own blood as his chest slowly heaved and fell. My breath caught. I didn’t even know what to feel—fear, guilt, pain or anger? The warrior was now in his human form, slowly taking his last breaths. He was looking me directly in the eyes, and for unknown reasons, I was frozen in place, unable to move under the scrutiny of his weak eyes. Sometimes I feel cursed with the kind of heart I was born with. How could I still feel pity towards a man who had the intent of taking my life?

Moving aside, he ran towards the leader of the pack warriors and whispered into his ears. The pack warriors' leader's eyes became alert and swiftly moved towards Heartman, whispering the information into his ears. "One of the warriors just saw something on the wall; we don't know yet if it's harmful or good news. He's afraid to push the button-like space or remove his hands from it, so he sent another person to pass this message," the pack warriors' leader narrated. "Where's this warrior, and how does he look like?" Heartman asked. "He's one of the newly recruited warriors, sir, and he has speed and agility; that's why he was added to your search, Alpha Heartman," the pack warriors' leader e

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”