Think Like A Warrior Novels & Stories

“What?” “My backstory.” Oh. That. I hesitated. “Only if you want to tell me.” She didn’t. Instead, she said, “Your warriors are soft.” “Excuse me?” “Emotionally. They fight like people who haven’t decided if they’re allowed to win.” I frowned. “That’s not softness. That’s trauma.” “Same difference in a war.” Her voice wasn’t cruel. Just matter-of-fact. Like someone who’d already watched this play out in a dozen other packs, and she was just skipping to the end where things got bloody.

“Because one day you will meet someone who needs you to be alive, and it won't be just to beat people up.” I didn’t respond. I glanced down at my hands. They were starting to shake, but not from fear. Not from the aftermath of terror. He crossed his arms. “I’ve seen men like you on the battlefields. Burned and broken with rage.” “I’m not angry,” I said. He raised a brow. “No? Then why’d you go in alone?” I sighed. “I just wanted the noise in my head to stop.” The warrior nodded slowly. “It’s normal. Pain makes us restless. But control is what makes a warrior.”

To Andrew, it was just a simple peck of admiration. He did not notice that the soft, swift touch of his lips on 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 emotionally and physically.” “Oh, I see,” she said, and she added playfully, “You mighty beast of an ogre.”

Amid the atmosphere of extreme silence, those three warriors were lying on the ground lost in their own thoughts. Thinking about when their ordeal will come to an end. They were missing their families remembering their good times that they spent with them. The first warrior was married and had a daughter that was about one. He became emotional remembering her and tears begin to roll down his eyes. He said he didn't got much time to spend

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Finally, I stopped. “You think you’re ready,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting across the field. “You think holding a blade or having claws makes you warriors but It doesn’t. Warriors bleed, warriors fall, warriors break and still get back up. That’s the only difference between a fighter and a corpse.” A few of them shifted uneasily. The young boy, Lior, Zack had told me his name, stood straighter than the rest, though his fists trembled at his sides.

He said with so much affirmation and authority that for a beat the thought of turning back did cross my mind. But it was just a thought. Thoughts are not there to stay. They are there to stop by and then fly away. "NO. You can use force if you want to but let me tell you, I'm not a good girly-wolf you might know, I'm the warrior of his pack. So before you could think of laying a finger on me I would rip your heart out and wouldn't even think twice before doing that." My eyes relaxed to the point that they could see their death in my eyes. I wasn't there to entertain them or anyone. If I had to turn to violence, I would.

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

I knew not to think of anything else. I brought the warriors and we charged at the people from different directions. I had told my warriors to attack from all directions, and we did. There is no way out for the warriors of alpha Stephen because there is no way out of them. My warriors were elites, and they have been trained by me using the hashest method on them. They were all experienced but they didn't hold back because they knew that the life of my mate would be in danger. I kept attacking blindly, killing the warriors of Alpha Stephen. Soon enough all his warriors fell and they couldn't stand up and that was because my warriors had killed them all.

After all, what happened seemed incredibly absurd no matter how anyone looked at it. A warrior who had armor on said, "You really do see all sorts of people. What do you think that guy is thinking? I'm so curious. Doesn't he know that what he's doing is basically suicide? Why is he walking right into a mountain with a tiger in it?"