The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

He was driven back again and again, his energy sapped and his strength fading. As the warrior lay on the ground, battered and bruised, I stood over him, my eyes glowing with a fierce determination. He was foolish to think that he would win the fight. I bent down to his level, my claws out as I ripped out his heart slowly watching him suffer from the burning pain. I held his heart in my hands as the warrior laid lifeless on the ground. I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumphant satisfaction as I looked at my packmates who had gathered

Lourain gritted his teeth and shouted back at Marth, "You're getting too full of yourself, you dog! I didn't bother with you before this because I can't kill you right now. I can't believe you took that as a sign to pompously talk to me like that! "Marth, listen well. Once we get out, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy! I'll beat you half to death before I skin you alive and take your Heartblood. That will be the last bit of value you'll ever produce!" Heartblood was a very sensitive topic to the warriors from third-grade worlds. After all, many warriors from third-grade worlds had been tortured to death for it. The death count was immeasurable, and it was something they were very sensi

Too many was the number I came up with a heartbeat before a hand closed on my hood and wrenched it backward. “It’s her!” a male voice snarled. Tristan was already on his feet, robes cast aside and an axe glowing in his palm. “Is this a fight you truly wish to pick?” he asked the warriors. “Are you so certain a child of god is worth your lives?” It wasn’t worth it. None of this made sense. Yet everyone seemed ready to slay one another over me regardless. “ Girl,” the old man growled, drawing my attention back to him.

“Bring him in.” The warrior nodded and stepped aside. A moment later, a tall, scarred man walked in, his presence commanding. His dark hair was streaked with silver, his amber eyes sharp with experience. “My name is Garrick,” he said, his voice deep and rough. “I used to run with Miguel’s pack before I saw the monster he really is.” Kaida narrowed her eyes. “And why should we trust you?” Garrick smirked. “Because I hate him more than you do.”

Warrior's Heart Pain tore through Lisa's consciousness, dark magic still trying to separate her wolf nature from her human side. Her back felt like it was on fire as she thrashed against the agony, crying out in desperate fear. Strong hands immediately held her in place, gentle but unyielding. "Easy," a deep voice urged. "You'll tear the healing spells if you move too much." Lisa's eyes flew open, meeting intense green ones she didn't recognize. A warrior – one of the pack's elite fighters – was carefully restraining her, his face marked with concern and something deeper she couldn't identify.

My new harmony. Safe to say the warrior’s heart has finally found rest.

"If he wants a war... So be it!" Nathaniel watches Stan’s eyes go wide, as he feels the King in front of him retract his hand pulling his heart from his chest. Nathaniel’s eyes swirl more red and gold as he drops the heart to the office floor and releases the warrior's shoulder allowing the stunned warrior’s body to collapse to the floor next to his heart. Nathaniel walks out of his office, down through the castle to stand at the top of the entrance steps. He opens his Royal Link his voice a mix of both Hunter and Cole, their power and authority mixing as he growls.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

"And our baby has the best mother they could ask for. Someone who fights even when fighting means lying still." The words carry me through the darkness. Through the bleeding that continues through the night. Through the terror that maybe this time the heartbeat won't be there. But when morning comes, when we're in Dr. Torres's actual office for the first time because he wants better equipment—the heartbeat is there. Stronger. Faster. A tiny warrior refusing to surrender. Just like their mother. Just like the heart that built them.

"He was ten, what does he knowabout the leadership at such age? I remember crying and pleading with his father that he wasn't ready, that same night, rogues from other kingdoms broke into the packhouse and killed nearly hundreds of guards, including Damien's younger brother, I was captured as well and almost killed, they demanded that Damien gave up the throne, it was horrible, after Damien had saved me and protect the pack members, we knew only he could protect us. Only his beasts could make sure we are alive and protected. Most times he can't even control what they do" I find myself melting a little bit but I still kept my straight face up. "Rina, I'm not telling you to forgive Damien or