The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

Everything around him seemed to turn down its volume. 4! His heart rate started to increase by the tension created by this chaotic event. 3! He called her out as loud as he could, that it would break his vocal chords. 2! He’s getting close to the fields, still hollering his soul out for her to hear. 1! Nevertheless, she never heard it. *explosion* Huge beams of light flashed before their eyes. Zhackary was thrown away by the massive flare up from the minefields. It wasn’t just blood that gushed from him, also the salty river from his eyes called tears after realizing that it was too late for him to save her.

“You and your companions are taking things too slow... ” Wow! He's answering my thoughts. My companions? How many are they? It's kind of better to keep my mouth shut and let him answer my thoughts if he wants to. “... especially you Katrienair. Give your heart the chance to be trained into a warrior. ” A warrior? By heart or might? I thought. “The heart of a warrior determines his might. Give your heart. You have a lot of battles ahead of you, even now. Your destiny depends on them. ”

And this thought is given by a nagging pain somewhere under the heart. The lamps cast strange shadows on the walls. Glare fell on a large cracked canvas depicting a battle. Because of their movement, it seemed as if the people on the canvas were coming to life, looking with cold, understanding eyes straight into the soul. One in particular: a tall red-haired warrior with wide red stripes on his shoulders. He held a spear that almost fell from his hand in a deadly flight, but he did not look at the enemy, but at the viewer. There seemed to be some condemnation in his eyes. Or not? The light changed again, and the warrior's gaze became completely indifferent.

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

If you had chosen me, sex would be something we would do all the time. - Don't say those things. – Ryan says, maintaining the false fragility. - Don't forget that you ran away from them before. You know they are not good enough for you. Nox hugs him, and then Mark appears on his back and grabs him. - Your arrogance and disgusting piece of shit. Your actions betrayed you… Nox. Mark looks at Ryan in amazement. “Nox?” - Help, warriors. To me! - A warrior opens the door, but when he sees Gary dominated by the kings, he shrinks and leaves.

At one point, I get excited to hear a strong heartbeat, only to realize that it’s my own heartbeat and not my uncle’s. I’m broken out of my haze when strong hands wrap around my arms. I look ahead to see a pack warrior in front of me. His mouth is moving, but I can’t make out any words. I close my eyes and struggle to open them again. My head is starting to feel cloudy, and the warrior’s face isn’t as clear as it just was. I feel darkness dancing at the edge of my vision, and I want to give in badly.

Thankfully we all were soldiers, trained for all kinds of situations, but what they never train you is how not to feel betrayal. The moment I heard his laughter and after his voice was the moment my blood boiled. The asshole had the nerve to appear and try to taunt me. "Now… now Mattie boy. Come now, tell your men to put down their guns as you already know, are outnumbered and you don't stand a chance. So be smart about this and surrender." His voice was loud as it sounded cheerful and powerful drawling a scowl onto my face. I looked at my team asking them silently as they want to do.

But it never came He was tackled down by a huge wolf who radiated power. I don't know what happened after that. I don't know how long I was there holding Viktor in my arms, "Are you ok warrior?" A strong voice asked me. Warrior? Did he call me Warrior? Was I ok? Will I ever be ok? After what happened here. My life is shattered. My soul had been ripped. My heart was split into two! No, I don't have a life now. There is no life left in me. There were lots of noise around me. Lots of cries, lots of blood, lots of debris. But I could hear nothing I could feel nothing. All I felt was hollowness, my heart, my soul, my mind even the smallest cell of my body had left me.

It was going to be a long year once the trials started. The shift changed, and so the Warriors heading home walked back with me. It was peaceful, but I would never let anyone know that. There was no time for peace, not while there were wars raging and a vile Vampire to hunt down. There was no room for weaknesses in my Warriors. I knew they had them, but they did not let them show; Made them strong.

Xander slides in on Zahra's other side, and Tobias positions himself behind the warrior, out of his line of sight, as Aiden, Jasper, Sam, Jackson, Zach and Oscar all enter the room, panting like they've run a mile to get here. I look at the warrior in front of us. He has blond hair cut short in a buzz cut, cold blue eyes and a handsome face. He's broad and obviously a warrior, but he's not that impressive. “Are you all right, darling?” Xander asks, leaning down slightly and lowering his voice. The warrior scoffs. “Fucking typical,” he says, shaking his head. “Excuse me?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. “Did you say something?”