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.

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.

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

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.

The blood flowing rapidly from his wounds. His eyes turned wide as he made a gurgling noise showing his difficulty in breathing. I watch him with so much hatred and I made a hard strike through his back allowing my fist to bore a hole inside his body, I took his heart, feel how it beats against my palm before I took it out of him. His eyes fluttered and he drop to the ground. The heart of my enemy is in my hands, I watch it for a few seconds before crushing it down like a soft piece of meat. It's over, and finally, this war ends the rogues will have no leader and my mate can now get the freedom she deserves.

Cladded in expensive things from head to toe but he had a rusty unkind heart. _______________