The Warrior Of Light Quotes Novels & Stories

And though darkness may rise again, the light would always prevail, shining bright against the encroaching shadows, forever and always. -Silver

Why is he reacting this way? “Oh, Dira, you don’t want to go there. You don’t know what you are saying,” he says. His breath was fanning my face. “You also don’t know what you are saying or what you are implying I will be forced to do,” I clap back. “You don’t understand that you are my Luna, and you need to be by my side,” he is almost pleading with anger still very much present. “You don’t know me, Ryker, and I mean it,” with renewed strength in my voice, “You fuck around, and you will find out. I am a Warrior first before I am someone else’s Luna,” I say firmly.

Lightning flashed as I thundered with a thousand voices. “The creation will end his creator.” I flashed a bolt of lightning to him, but he blocked it. “I will not fear. For fear is the mind killer. I will not fear, for fear is the mind killer. I will not fear, for fear is the mind killer.” I heard him say. I rushed at him and grabbed him by his neck and rose higher and higher. He tried stabbing ne with the knife, but it was not going through at all. “The orb. It's in you.”

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

Shawn’s words pressed on, weaving reverence into every syllable: “His bed is open, for we do not hide him away. Look upon his face. He is not gone. He is resting. And we who survive him must learn to carry his memory not as a burden, but as a torch. For pups such as him—innocent, unbroken—are the truest warriors of all.”

“The rogues will come again,” I said. “But I know that, although they may knock us down, we’ll always get back up. We are strongest when we stand together. When we refuse to bow to fear or grief or pain. Tonight, we light these pyres.” I gestured to the pyres, and only then did my voice break as I whispered, “We light them not just for Andrei and Damon…” A tear rolled down my cheek as the numbness began to crack, revealing something raw and far too painful underneath. “...But for every warrior we lost in the battle. We send them off with honor. With love. And tomorrow, we will wake up and keep fighting. Because that’s what they would have wanted.”

They praised me for having the courage to expose the truth. As I read through the comments, my heart slowly began to settle. I didn't feel so alone anymore. Just then, I came across a new post from Serena that was vague and suggestive. She wrote, "No matter what happens, it's still our shared memory." It was paired with a photo of a starry sky. Her friends flooded the comment section, full of speculation and coy jokes, their words steeped in insinuation. The next day, Lucas showed up at my parents' house.

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

I said as they all look confused. "We are going to war," I announced as they all seemed shocked. But after they put things together, they all calm down. We were already close to the palace when I told them, from the hill we stand I could see the palace clearly, thanks to the help of the light in the palace. "My supposed beloved husband," I muttered. "I think this would be the time you would be meeting your end," I said with a wide smirk. "Draw out your weapon," I command them.