Think Like A Warrior Novels & Stories

Sky shrank into herself a little, as if she didn't want to be in the spotlight, but I knew she heard me. "You didn't let the tension consume you," I continued. "Even when Chelsea and her group tried to provoke you, you didn't lose your heads. That's just as important as fighting skills. A true warrior wins not just with strength, but with the mind as well." Faith gave a faint smile, and Nathaniel nodded in agreement. Sky, however, stayed silent, her eyes fixed on her food. "You are a team now," I said at last. "Learn from each other-and never let the enemy sow division among you."

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

I still had to hold my own. I’m a warrior, I’m a warrior, I’m a warrior- I kept telling myself over and over again in my mind, hoping that one day I would actually believe it instead of pretend it. This was my life, devoted to the cause, a fighter, a good little soldier to my father, the alpha of Lacuna pack.

I taught shielding techniques to Jarrik, the boy who lost his family; mindfulness breathing to Lina so her fear wouldn’t freeze her blade; and footwork to Tomas, whose curiosity outpaced his strength. During a break, they sat with me under the old oak. I passed around flasks of water. “A warrior is not just muscle,” I said. “It’s heart. It’s mind. It’s trusting yourself enough to stand when everything tells you to run.” They nodded, absorbing each word. The air hummed with new resolve. One evening, as the sun sank behind the eastern ridge, I finished lessons early. The yard was silent. I returned to the palisade, scanning the borders before midnight. That’s when I heard soft footsteps beyond

Hopefully, the lesson had been learned. Clearing my throat, I addressed the room again, my gaze sweeping over the gathered warriors. "Training!" I announced, my voice echoing off the walls. "From the age of six, I trained daily. By the time I was ten, training was a part of my everyday life, as it is for all Royal Pack warriors. Our program focuses on strength, agility, and endurance—qualities essential for every warrior, regardless of gender."

I just shake my head silently, focusing on the way the candlelight reflects off the soup. Liam walks in next, his heavy boots thudding against the stone floor, and he takes his place at the head of the table. He watches me for a moment, his expression unreadable, while Liam tells me that warriors speak out if they have something in their mind. I roll my eyes in exasperation, wondering how Liam managed to relate this to warriors. Everything with him is about training, battle, or strength, and sometimes I just want to tell him that I’m a person, not a recruit in his private army.

He urged me to take deep breaths in severally, and I did until I was calm enough. "Always remember this. True warriors are not defined by how they fight but by what they are fighting for. You are fighting for a good course and should always bear that in mind. Your father did a lot of wrong with the powers bestowed on him. It would be best if you right those wrongs with your powers. When you feel like giving up, remember what you are fighting for." Tears were streaming down my eyes, but I kept staring at the mountains, where he wanted me to look. He held my arms tightly.

With compassion, Deep down his pleasure was going to be constantly dimmed by the knowledge that it was an exercise of fantasy. I wouldn't spend a second close to him, I couldn't stop picturing myself as a soldier, after all the training I've undergone, I can take down two or more Beta warriors and then come to Andrea's rescue, once free of his electrode shackle he could kill as many warriors, that was there though that we're breeding in my head, easier thought of than done.

He asked, "Aren't you supposed to be training right now?" "I don't think I'm going to participate in this...." I told him what I had told Nik. But I was having second thoughts. I needed to stop being so scared of everything. My entire pack and family were going to be out there, fighting for me. I needed to be there by their side instead of hiding in the house. "What's the point? My powers make me stronger than any other wolf." I shrugged. "It's better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war." There was something in his eye when he said that.

"This is a lot of numbers to keep track of while getting beat up!" "War doesn't care about your multi-tasking limits," he replied smoothly, without a trace of sympathy. His expression remained impassive, carved from stone. "Lesson number five: your emotions are a leak. Right now, your fear and your frustration are pouring out of you so loudly that I can practically taste them in the air." He circled me again, his movements deliberate, calculated. "A skilled warrior will read that fear. They will see the exact moment you get angry, and they will bait you into making a sloppy swing. Lock your emotions in a box. Your mind must be as cold and clear as mountain ice."