The Warrior Heart Novels & Stories

I held the beating heart in the face of the remaining warrior who looked like he was about to piss his pants. “This will be how your heart will end up if you don’t find her and bring her to me,” I said curtly. The warrior shivered and I scoffed. They call themselves werewolves but they are weak and pathetic. “Y-yes Alpha!” The warrior whose name I don’t even know scurried out of the room like his tail was on fire. I crushed the heart in my hand and threw it on top of the dead body on the ground. “Master, do not despair. If she’s missing, it means she’s alive. We can just find her.” Brianna’s voice came and the steam coming out of my ears eased a little.

My heart sank, my vision blurring with rage. The second badge of warriors was being led towards the trees, their hands bound behind their backs. They were about to meet the same fate as Elder Ryker. A roar of fury erupted from my throat as I charged towards the enemy warriors. My body was a blur of motion, my claws extended. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses consumed by rage. I slammed into the enemy warriors, my claws swiping through the air. My warriors followed close behind, their bodies a frenzy of motion as they tore into the enemy. The sound of snarling and growling filled the air, the scent of blood and sweat hanging heavy over the battlefield.

“This is a mistake.” He frowned looking at me confused. “You are angry again? I do not understand. How could this possibly be a mistake? We are betrothed. In what way is having feelings for someone that will be my future bride a problem?” It is a problem because I do not want anyone to have feelings for me. How am I to be a cold-hearted warrior and keep the name I had built for myself if I am so weak as to have feelings? Real warriors do not possess feelings or care because it is a weakness. Something that can be used against me in the long run, something that is only good for holding me back. How did no one seem to understand this? I did not wish to be loved and I would not love in return.

At least right now, death did not seem so bad. ‘Well, well, well, What do we have right here?’ The Warrior says taking a step forward, standing in front of me. When my eyes Set on him, the feeling is not unfamiliar. I had seen him somewhere. Yet I could very well say that I have not had a personal encounter with him. He was nothing more than just one of the other Warriors. All the other ones were hell-bent on making my life a living hell. Was there not a day that my life would be better? The way his rough manly hands scrape over my exposed shoulders Makes me flinch with discomfort. A crooked smile forms on his lips as he flashes at me. The way he acts like I was certainly going to be in acce

Jaden keeps his eyes on his lap, not acknowledging the brunette’s call. “Do you think I am too weak to be a warrior?” Jaden asks, not looking at the older woman beside him. Instead of speaking, Kendra throws back a question at him. “Do you think strength alone makes a warrior?” Her words snags the boy’s attention and he looks up at her, a hopeful expression amidst his pain. “What does?” Reaching to his chest, Kendra places a hand on his chest where his heart lies. “The heart.” The boy frowns, not understanding his Alpha’s words.

Not too bulgy, but just extraordinarily big. I have never seen anything so raw, so primitive. It's the standoff that gave off shadows of danger. A confrontation that seemed old as time… Suddenly, it's like an attack on my mind that went straight to my heart. A quick slice of pain lances through me. It came on like a flash, pressured my mind and somehow, found its way to my heart. It's a pain that settles inward, twisting and stabbing like a knife is being repeatedly used to injure and destroy everything good in there…

I thought for a few minutes and then began. "Being a warrior is more than just exercising and running patrols and drills and how physically strong you are. It's about how strong your heart is and having the desire to protect those you love and care for with your very llife. Knowing that if it's asked of you, you would put your life on the line to protect others - sometimes those you've never event met because you believe, you know that you are helping to create a better, safer world. And that is exactly what these brave men and women did. They fought bravely giving us their everything so that we may flourish in a world that is that much safer. Honor them, honor their choice, honor their

Kate's P.O.V. As I pressed my hand on that warrior’s skin, darkness swallowed me whole. The cold hospital room vanished, replaced by a battlefield drenched in blood. The injured warrior staggered across the ruined courtyard, every breath sounding like broken glass scraping his lungs. His wolf growled fiercely as three rogues surrounded him, attacking at once. Despite his injuries, the warrior refused to retreat. He fought like a man protecting something far more valuable than his own life. Claws collided, and growls shook the air as he managed to throw one rogue into a wall before another ripped across his shoulder.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

The warrior stands as Quinn reaches him and asks, “Hey Quinn, what’s your problem man, it’s not like she’s marked. That makes her fair game for anyone so back off.” Quinn lets out one of the most menacing growls I have ever heard from the guy. He grabs the warrior by the throat, lifts him into the air and body slams him to the ground. “I SAID SHE IS MINE! This is your last warning. Touch her again and I will kill you.” As Quinn pins the warrior to the ground, his pack mates start exiting the water to come lend a hand if needed. The warrior that was on the ground must have linked them to stay out of it because they all came to an abrupt stop about ten feet away from where he was.