The Warrior's Path Novels & Stories

She had made decisions without consulting him and he had tried to be patient, trying to earn her trust and her heart. There were moments he thought they had a breakthrough and then something would happen. He would screw up. Her secrets. There was just too much moving in the shadows and darkness. Along with the appearance of this witch runner, his fated mate shattering before him, the conniving Amato bloodline trying to wield power they thought they had, the pressure from the Elder Council, and the World Council’s inevitable interference were all heavy on his back. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he reached the edge of the bed. His body loomed over the bed. His shadow overtook her

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

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.

The remaining abyssal demons became aggressive as the balance of power between the lands got disrupt. A single warrior walked through the road with number on his face. The other warriors muttered as that single warrior passed by. Suddenly, a warrior with a number on his arm confronted the lone warrior. "Hey boy! " The warrior spoke. But the lone warrior did not respond and continued his walk. "Don't ignore me you brat! " The warrior kicked the lone one. The lone warrior fell down to the ground as the confident warrior kicked his back. "You think ignoring me made you cooler? Your just a low rank warrior, I mean the weakest warrior in history! " The confident warrior then laugh as he continue

Then the realisation hit me and my eyes widened. “Wait!” I explained. “Are you saying that all past divine warriors are women?” Drake’s smile widened. “That is correct, sweet girl,” he said. “The divine warrior is a strictly feminine essence. Look here, you will see the name and the symbol of the warrior, depending on which bloodline they are.” He pointed to a plaque underneath one of the pictures. It had the name Piper Heathwood embossed into it and then a circle with a five-pointed star in it. I looked back at Drake and pointed to the symbol.

I replied. "That's," he muttered, unable to finish his words. "Daring," I replied. "But before you join my squad, you had to do what it takes, that was then though," I mumbled. "Is there no other way?" He asked. "There are many other ways, many are daring," I replied. "What about your weaker men?" He questioned. "Your method will only secure the strongest of them, how do you elect the weakest men?" He asked. "I don't have weaker men because I believe no man is weak, yes, I only separate the strongest one, to know how to arrange them in time's of war but the rest, I trained really hard until they realize their strength," I explained.

“What is he?” She hesitated. “An obstacle.” The word hit harder than it should have. I pulled my hand free. “Then I'll find him before the First Alpha does.” I turned toward the mountain path. Two warriors stepped into my way. I stopped. “Move.” They didn't. My palm began glowing. The warriors exchanged nervous looks. I raised my hand. “I said move.” The ground beneath my feet trembled. Silver light raced through the cracks between the stones. The two warriors immediately stepped aside. I walked past them.

I am no longer a rejected mate; I am the leader of a rebellion. The choices before me are difficult, but my resolution is absolute. Outside my quarters, the war camps rumble with activity. Armor clinks in the courtyard. Warriors sharpen broadswords on heavy whetstones. They are putting their lives on the line for something bigger than pack lines or bloodlines.

If the Goddess, in her cruel irony, had written that fate long before I understood the board I was trapped on. Two paths crossing too early, too late, or exactly when they were meant to. I felt a slow smile form on my lips. My plan was working. Hertor was with me. Not just by my side, but completely with me. Body, mind, soul. A warrior molded by ancient oaths had chosen to break them for me. A captain had chosen love over honor. A wolf had chosen the wrong female, or the right one, depending on who told the story. There was power in that.

If he had received proper nutrition on care I am sure that he would be larger than the warrior standing before us pretending to be much more important than he actually was. “Y..Y..You…” The omega began to stutter. “Omega, do you have your notebook handy I need to hash out many of the details to the plans you sent over. Shall we begin.” I said leading them back towards the way we had just came. The warrior falling in line with us. “Lets start with the pathway. It needs to be much larger. There is no way that pathway is large enough. Do you understand?” I asked him as the man continued to stare at me. I was afraid that he would release our secret.