Think Like A Warrior Novels & Stories

And as Dane had stated these attacks until the pattern is notice will greatly train the warriors of our pack his alike that nature and nurture are two different things Nature want us to rip flesh from bones and eat it u Til the threat is gone. Nurturing has taught us to much empathy that isn’t needed. And now we have to try and undo decades of bad training to encourage our warriors to step their game up. I'm excited to watch this fight, to see whether nature or nurture wins through theses five warrior. Is that sick of me?

"It matters to everyone. This is their home." "Their home. Not their survival. There is a difference. You know what it feels like to lose everything. To watch your world burn. To have nothing left but the choice between dying or becoming something harder." She paused. "That knowledge makes you either the bravest or the stupidest warrior I have ever trained. Either way I need you on the battlefield." The admission settled between us. Not friendship. Not affection. But recognition. Warrior to warrior. "What will you teach me?" I asked.

He was one of the few people who spoke to me like I mattered. I let out a quiet sigh and looked back at the memo. “I have always wanted to be a warrior,” I admitted. “Not just a fighter, I wanted to lead, to plan battles, to stand on the front lines and protect the pack.” My fingers curled slightly at my sides. “But that’s not possible for someone like me.” Jethro raised a brow. “And why not?”

Each warrior seemed to possess an ancient wisdom, their irises reflecting a tapestry of battles fought and victories won. Their movements were a study in perfection, a ballet of strength and agility that seemed to defy the laws of physics. With the grace of predators honed by generations of instinct, they weaved through the chaos, their bodies fluid and seamless in their execution. Every lunge, every parry, every swipe of their claws was executed with unwavering precision—a testament to their unwavering resolve and unyielding loyalty to the pack.

The guard's answer was immediate, he was beginning to understand Lane's reasoning. "This is exactly what is happening. If they were to kill you directly, their allies will lose their trust toward the Royals and shift their support to the Cause. Lane concluded, releasing a small laugh. "So, you are sure that you will be enough?" "Obviously, my body is specialized in protracted fights. Even if someone on my level appeared, I will just hold him back to give you enough time to escape. Also, these soldiers are the best that the family could give you, each of them has a rank 3 martial art!"

he asked, his voice softer now, his curiosity piqued. I frowned, caught off guard by his sudden question. “Huh?” Dalton rested his hand on the doorknob, eyes focused as he continued, “About not attacking someone behind their back?” I thought for a moment, my hand absently pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “Yes, she used to say that a true warrior is honorable, and that killing someone—even an enemy—behind their back is almost like being a coward.” He nodded slowly, a thoughtful look on his face. “I never met her, but I think our thought process is quite similar.”

"Don't fear, warrior. As long as I'm here, you have nothing to worry about; one of the qualities of a good warrior is patience and confidence, having faith in yourself and not listening to what others say about you, people will always talk, but that doesn’t mean they are right." Reaching out, I gripped his shoulder. "Thank you for coming to me with this. In return, I'm going to teach you a special trick." I had the warrior stand, demonstrating a wide, solid stance, fists cocked and ready. "No matter what happens on the battlefield, even if you lose your sword, don't focus on that. Use your bare hands." Circling him, I made minor adjustments to his positioning. "Be unmovable as a rock. Unleas

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

I was even considering whether I was learned despite staying with the mages and sages for over six months. “When you find the one that they call destruction, you will want to hesitate, but you must kill him before he kills you.” “Sure. Thanks for your advice, oh old sage.” I responded, sarcastically. They knew that I didn't take this seriously. This is because it is too crazy to even sound true in the first place. “And you must not hold back. You must not hold back.” “And why would I hold back if I see someone trying to kill me?” I had already soiled myself enough in war to hesitate if someone is bent on killing me.

the man growled. Aiden reasoned that he had been called worse – like kiddo by the troublemaker – therefore he didn’t mind the name-calling so much… but the challenge that was thrown with it was something else altogether. He instructed the warriors through mind-link to take care of the frightened little girl. We cannot possibly allow you to act like a decoy, one of the warriors said via mind-link. I’m not going into a suicide mission. I feel that beating this sorry excuse of a warrior will do the job, Aiden countered.