The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

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

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

"Ryan, you shattered my life, and you still think you can just walk away? Someone like you is a waste of air. You would be better off dead." The knife in my hand flashed under the sunlight. I ached to plunge it straight into his chest. At the final moment, a strong hand clamped around my wrist and stopped me. My father had arrived. His usually expressionless face was filled with panic. "Thank God I made it in time. Do you even know what you are doing? Are you going to destroy the rest of your life for him?" Ryan felt the killing intent in me. He had not expected to survive. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath, all dignity gone.

I grabbed it, then tossed it onto the ground as the wooden blade landed with a loud thud. "You don't understand." I dropped onto the grass, hugging my knees. "Everyone in this pack hates me." "My father, my sister, the Alpha. Why should I become a warrior to protect people who'd rather see me dead? I don't want to protect them." My hands clenched. "I want revenge. I want every single one of them to regret what they've done to me." Kael didn't speak immediately. Instead… he slowly sat beside me. "I understand." His voice was unexpectedly gentle. "My mate rejected me too."

I taught shielding techniques to Jarrik, the boy who lost his family; mindfulness breathing to Lina so her fear wouldn’t freeze her blade; and footwork to Tomas, whose curiosity outpaced his strength. During a break, they sat with me under the old oak. I passed around flasks of water. “A warrior is not just muscle,” I said. “It’s heart. It’s mind. It’s trusting yourself enough to stand when everything tells you to run.” They nodded, absorbing each word. The air hummed with new resolve. One evening, as the sun sank behind the eastern ridge, I finished lessons early. The yard was silent. I returned to the palisade, scanning the borders before midnight. That’s when I heard soft footsteps beyond

Garreth won't even know we're looking, as I was thousands of kilometers away. The sound of a metallic voice broke me out of my thoughts. “one minute down, the second warrior activated” I nervously waited to see what the announcement was for. But my heart sank as another warrior came to life, with his fiery red orbs in place of eyes. It pointed at me with his sword. “Prove thy worth, stinking deserter," and together with the first, they came charging . I was helpless and didn't know what to do. My heart pounded in my chest like a talking drum. There was no way to escape. And they were approaching where I was very fast.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I’m just a warrior’s daughter, born to my station not to rise above it and not fall in love with anyone who is above my rank. The next few days proved just how worthy a warrior I will be, now that the foolish notions of loving someone that is unobtainable has now withered and died. Allowing my heart to be full of rage while I train is the only thing that keeps my dream alive now, the only dream that has any validity to it, the only dream that I allow to surface.

A nurse mixed up the reports and told them that she was suffering from kidney failure. Matthew's eyes welled with tears. He clutched the doctor's coat and shouted, "Give her my kidney! Take both if you have to! If I lose her, I don't want to live anymore!" Once they realized it was a mistake, the man who ruled the boardroom with a cold heart crouched in the hospital hallway, sobbing like a child. "Thank God, Danielle. I'm so glad you're okay." People around her often warned that as Matthew's empire grew, he would inevitably attract countless admirers. Yet he treated her so well that she couldn't muster even a trace of suspicion.

I would remain upright while my heart pounded and my mind weighed between threatening and hopeful possibilities. The first to break his intense stare at me was the warrior whose forearms displayed fiery tattoos that seemed alive. I would soon learn his name was Cassian from those who whispered legends about him. His appearance embodied war itself through sharp angles and resolute strength while his towering stature commanded a presence that made the surrounding air tremble. He possessed golden eyes that radiated fierce intelligence and a predator’s keenness while simultaneously expressing both curiosity and a challenge.