The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

In a small room filled with piles of documents, a calm and solemn atmosphere prevailed. Sunlight illuminated every corner of the room. There were only a few people there: me, Wayne, Adam, and Zora. Each stood in meaningful silence. Wayne, a young man with proven courage, stood tall in the center of the room. He wore simple but neat clothes, his face showing determination. He dropped to one knee before me. "We are gathered here to witness the induction of a new warrior. Wayne Morris, who has shown courage, honor, and loyalty, will receive the title of warrior."

Jessa said, taking hold of the warrior's mind. The warrior kicked off the floor, sliding with silky grace over the bar. "Hey, you can’t be back here," the bartender told him as he hopped down beside him. The warrior batted her glittering eyelashes with false modesty. Then he grabbed the human bartender and kissed him hard on the lips. His fingers, tipped with dark polish, clawed through the human hair, scraping down his stubbled jaw. The long-haired warrior was kissing the bartender back, and he wasn’t being gentle about it either.

My eyes stared at Brum who stared at me as if asking why I was staring at him. I swallowed my feelings before snapping my head back around the room. “ Yes, the fastest and most accurate way to kill a vampire is by pulling out their hearts. I think we should stop teaching our warriors to fight and start teaching them how to pull hearts as fast and as efficient as they can. We need to stop fighting for the sake of fighting. We need to go into a battlefield with the only goal being to kill thus that goal being nothing but to pull hearts. A warrior should be able to pull more than four hearts in a split second, they should be able to do it in their sleep. That would mean for them to not shift bu

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.

"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

Alma added. He shook his head. "I won't let her regret it ma'am. I'm going to work hard and prove that I have no bad intentions towards the lady." Alma nodded and showed her to her room. While going out of the house, he heard a yell. He felt pain in his heart like he was stung by a bee. It's happening to him again. Not knowing who it was, he followed the direction of the noise and it happens to be Eva's room. He wondered what happened to her? In order to avoid getting into trouble on the first day of his job, he decided to leave. He doesn't understand why he felt pain when she yelled. What could be the explanation for feeling pain everytime without understanding where it's coming from?

The sole food that keeps me sane, alive, and stronger. As I fill my stomach with it, I stared at the wall just in front of my desk. Photos. Lots of it. At the university’s main gate, at the convenience store, in front of the dormitory building, even on a random road. Different places, day or night. But with the same person in every piece of it. Eliana Deere, of the very powerful Deere clan. One of the biggest, strongest, of all the pack. The only daughter of Boss R, with the inheritance of the throne just waiting for her. Eliana, you make me go speechless by how dumb you are. Turning your back against your pack to bump shoulders with humans, live in a room where humans sleep, eat what they e