The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

It was right in the middle of the passage and from where he stood, he could see the entire arena at one glance. The Commander's room had the splendid glance of the entire ground and with just one look through the window, anybody could see what was happening outside. Laurier took one glance at the arena before he proceeded to knock at the door. While he waited for his orders to enter, he noticed a group of soldiers running down the steps with enthusiasm. Their faces were filled with emotions he was too familiar with. There was fear, zest and excitement in them and it was all because of one reason. They were thrilled to put their skills into practice in the war that would start any day from no

He's very much aware that there's still something missing. He suddenly fell into a deep thought, as he tries to think and listen to his heart. What is he going to do now? Will he follow his mind or his heart? Half of his mind says that Via has always been there for him through thick and thin. He is one hundred percent sure that Via loves him. The other part of his brain tells him that Serena is clearly happy with Liam, and he should just give up on her and just wish them their happiness. But when it comes to his heart, it keeps on telling him to follow what he feels and not give up on his love.

She is completely blank while she is working, just taking care of her responsibility and doing just what’s needed. Many times between work, her mind wants the work to end and return back to thinking about him, it wants her to return to pain. The pain of separation. she had thought the world about him, she had dreamt of her lifetime with him, nothing was happening, and everything seemed falling apart. She feels like she is a heavily wounded soldier who has lost a battle against fate and destiny.

More warriors arrived from outside the gate and I still gave it my all but I was weakening. The warriors were now aiming for my heart with obviously the intent to kill me. I pushed myself too hard, dodging their claws and ending up with cuts on my arms and blood on my clothes. The last four warriors were good, some of the best I trained, and did not give me the chance to bury my claws in their backs.

“Bring the rest as well as the hearts.” “I’m not a fucking Alpha, you know. These assholes are huge; the fuck am I going to carry three and a plate of hearts?” I grumble as I pick up two deadweights. These were warriors in the pack as well, who obviously had their minds twisted like Dimitri and his mate. “Excuses,” he rolls his eyes and throws the bodies outside before returning for the last one and the hearts. While he’s doing this, I run back inside to grab lighter fluid and a box of matches.

“Bring the rest as well as the hearts.” “I’m not a fucking Alpha, you know. These assholes are huge; the fuck am I going to carry three and a plate of hearts?” I grumble as I pick up two deadweights. These were warriors in the pack as well, who obviously had their minds twisted like Dimitri and his mate. “Excuses,” he rolls his eyes and throws the bodies outside before returning for the last one and the hearts. While he’s doing this, I run back inside to grab lighter fluid and a box of matches.

Rather, it seemed to even twist them further. "Alpha Jayden, you are the pride our land in all seasons," Thorne, the eloquent voice of our warriors began to say. " I see truth in your eyes, yes I do. But not in your heart, my lord." My heart skipped. "Why?" " Because I cannot see the heart! " Others nodded in approval, his words so true and real to them. And that was all. He didn't say a word again till the end of the gathering. Then one of the warriors suddenly spat against the stone floor.

someone whispered. “Is this some kind of joke?" Another one said. Mark, another student, stepped forward, frowning. “You can’t be serious. Ray’s the weakest of us all. He can’t even keep up during sparring sessions.” Ray lowered his eyes. “Sir, they're not wrong. I remembered him from training—he was a quiet one who always pushed himself, even when he fell behind the rest of the pack. Uncle Eli lifted Ray’s chin gently and looked him in the eyes. “What makes a warrior strong is not just muscle or speed—it’s heart. And this one has more heart than all of you combined.”

He hadn’t stopped the heart. He hadn’t warned anyone. And now the army rose into war with a ticking god sealed inside the weapon they called hope. Marcus clenched his fists. Somewhere deep inside him, the Heart stirred. Pleased. Patient. Hungry. Ready to feed off of war.

I heaved a sigh as I slowly looked up to see him while he talked, but not for long as I looked away immediately. “You see what you two are doing here? When you are supposed to be doing your training, you are trying to woo a girl. And you, are you not supposed to be focused on your training too? You stood there like a hopeless orphan, trying to get people to be sympathetic with you. Do you think that's what being a warrior is all about? A warrior has no feelings at all, no matter how small. We lack emotions, and that is why I can come into the room and hit you with the coldest water on the planet and still not ask you to change. Whatever feelings you have here, make sure to bury it at the ent