Think Like A Warrior Novels & Stories

She had moments of courage, but she felt like they were only moments. “A warrior is defined by moments,” Aiden said. “A single moment can make you a warrior. A warrior is also defined by decisions. By courage. But a warrior, otherwise, is normal. A warrior cannot be a warrior every moment of the day. But, a warrior’s spirit is always there.” Caitlin thought about that. She felt flattered by the term, and the more she pondered it, the more she liked the label, the identity. But she also felt it came with a responsibility.

(Coughing around the room) CoN: (to me) "Can you provide any insight?" Me: "I have a bad habit of walking into people who want to hurt me." CoN: "These are multiple wounds." Me: "I piss off multiple people." CoN: "What do you attribute that too?" Me: "I'm a reincarnated A****n warrior bent on saving my sisters from global destruction. It is a surprisingly unpopular life path I have chosen." CoN made eye contact with the Psychologist...he shrugged. "Amazons are female warriors. Has your condition destabilized your gender identity?"

As Jericho and Lana gave me updates I start to debate whether we wait for them or if we should be the first o attack. This thought made me understand what my father was teaching me before. I am a warrior but at the same time, I am also the Alpha of this pack. ***** ‘As a warrior you want to win the war. And you want to make sure that everyone knows that you have won that war. You want to be recognized for it and I wouldn’t blame you because you worked hard for it,” my father said as he teach me war strategies.

Such arrogance. To David, it was just a simple peck of admiration. He did not notice that the soft swift touch of his lips upon her skin almost made her swoon again. She gathered herself together and plopped down next to him. “Why do you talk mean to me while fighting?” she asked. He smiled. “That is what warriors do. It is mental warfare. Wearing down the enemy inwardly as well as outwardly.” “Oh, I see,” she said, and added playfully, “You mighty beast of an ogre.”

Sera sat beside her. "That was incredible," Sera said. "You fought like a wolf. No hesitation. No doubt. Just instinct." Elara wrote: I wasn't thinking. I was just acting. "That's the secret," Sera said. "That's what separates the warriors from the soldiers. The warriors don't think. They just do." Elara looked at her. Her hand shook as she wrote: Thank you, Sera. For everything. Sera's expression softened. "Don't thank me. You did the work. I just helped you find it."

“The only disadvantage we have… is our numbers.” Silence instantly fell. “But numbers… have never decided a battle.” I slowly raised my chin. “So what if they have a hundred more? So what if they have a thousand more?” I suddenly threw my head back and laughed wildly. The laughter echoed across the pack before stopping abruptly. I looked at every warrior before me, and my voice exploded like thunder. “Because one warrior of mine… is worth twenty of theirs! So don’t return until every enemy before you has fallen! Show them why we’re feared and revered!”

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.

He offered me more, offered me something I didn't know I needed, something I thought I no longer deserved. A home. A family. Brotherhood. The Nightmare Warriors have been my family for years. But now, I don't know if I even have them any longer. I've proven not to be trusted. This isn't the first time I have put my needs before the clubs and that goes against the number one rule of the club.

I had yet to let Thea run free, but it was possible that he learned it from my father. Cleo promised that she would bring me literature on the history of silver wolves. She told me that, traditionally, they were warriors. Thea, maybe, me, no. ‘Why can you see the good in everyone else, but you can never see it in yourself?’ Thea asked me, tilting her head to the side. ‘Because I’m a realist.’ She snorted and shook her head with a sigh. ‘You ARE a warrior, especially at heart. You take everything from him because you’re fighting to keep Piper safe. You fight to be the best Luna that you can be. You, my love, are a warrior.’

"The warrior I knew would never hide behind training exercises while real battles are being fought." Something in me snapped. "The warrior you knew was broken," I said. My voice was calm but firm. "War made us hard. But hard things break, Marcus. I'm learning to bend instead. To adapt. To find purpose without destruction." "That's just an excuse for cowardice." "No. It's called being sane." I stepped closer to him. "I'm not hiding. I'm building. There's a difference." Marcus stared at me like he didn't recognize me anymore.