Think Like A Warrior Novels & Stories

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV As I stood at the forefront of our gathered warriors, I felt the weight of responsibility pressing heavily on my shoulders. I could see the determination etched on the faces of my comrades, their eyes reflecting the flickering flames of our torches and the urgency of the moment. The air was thick with anticipation, each warrior poised for the impending clash. I took a deep breath, grounding myself in the knowledge that we had trained hard for this day. "Remember why we fight!" I shouted, my voice ringing out over the murmurs of anxiety. "We fight for our families, for our future, and for the bonds that unite us! No darkness can extinguish the light we carry within us!"

Damon's POV: "You don't need to play fair in fights. You need to be wiser and faster if you lack strength!" I exclaimed to all my warriors, trying to make them understand my point. After a minute of silence, I continued, "Most of us lack strength, but we are very intelligent, and that alone is key. Just because you are missing a leg or an arm, it doesn't make you less of a pack member." This time, I spoke calmly.

"Listen to me. You are NOT weak. You're strong. You just don't see it yet." "How am I strong? I can barely fight. I'm not fast. I'm not powerful. I..." "Always remember this," Kaelithra said, leaning forward and catching his eyes with hers. "The greatest warriors are not the ones who never feel fear. They're not the ones born with the most power or the sharpest claws." She paused, making sure he was really listening. "The greatest warriors are the ones who get knocked down and stand back up. The ones who face impossible odds and keep fighting anyway. The ones who protect what they love even when they're terrified."

I said, my tone light and casual. Light's expression furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I don't understand?" she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness. I pressed on, my words flowing effortlessly. "Of course, I'll make it clear. Just because no one questions you doesn't mean you should do that to others. I love being a warrior; I trained with the best, and I'll serve my Alpha and lay my life on the line for the pack." The lie rolled off my tongue with practiced ease, but West's reaction was immediate.

"nothing is girly about me. I'd have you know that I was a tomboy in my right and I was very good at it." "That explains your bossiness." "I am not bossy!" I yelled playfully and laughed afterward. "You are the one who is always threatening to get rid of someone and throwing warnings everywhere. Sometimes, I wonder how you have the energy for all of this." "Oh, really? I don't know what to say to you, I can't be less of who I am. A warrior has no business petting people. It's either you come correct or leave with a scar. That's if I allow you to"

he sing-songed the last bit. I actively worked to keep my heartbeat and breathing even, not allowing it to change, and not allowing it to give away the dread that his words caused. No, he would never see anything like that. My body turned around, a mask of indifference perfectly covering my face. “You underestimate what my mate is capable of. It doesn’t matter what the threat is because we’ll face it head-on because that’s what warriors do. I might not have been born as one, but your little game with the hunters made me into one. I’m no longer naïve to the world around me. One thing that you and everyone like you should remember is that there’s no threat bigger than the Goddess herself. She

I feel like Lola thanking she needs to be like that with me, is comparing me to the men in that pack. And I would like to think I am nothing like them. Yeah I could be a grumpy bastard sometimes, especially as a warrior, I was mean ruthless, but that is how we are trained. That never came home, it never came off the training field or from the battlefield. That was just who I was. That was part of being a warrior. So it hurt she would be even likening me to the sort of men that had been in her pack, that had treated the women so badly.

His POV I am a seasoned warrior. I am trained for this. I am the best there is. I always have to repeat this mantra before battle. It keeps my head focused and my fears at bay. I can never let my men know that battle makes me nervous. I may be the best fighter in the kingdom, but I know death doesn’t care.

I thought even if I had my wolf with me, I couldn't be this fast like them. They were indeed the warriors of the moon goddess, Diana, trained to protect her kingdom. Now, I remember my own kingdom on Earth. My eyes suddenly turned sharp, recalling how I trained my own warriors. They were also great soldiers of war, and the way they praised my ruthless and merciless coaching made me focus and gave me the determination to win this fight with not just the warriors but also with the goddess of darkness.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you. I thought I was alone.” Mei smiled. “It doesn’t matter.” “You said that you can get us out of here. How?” Mei gave a sly grin and proceeded to tell Jade of her plan. It was a very simple plan—in theory. However, Jade thought that it was foolhardy as well. Looking at Mei, Jade found it hard to believe that she could take down an entire band of prison guards. Her tiny frame lacked any hint of strength and toned muscle. But something about Mei scared her. Perhaps it was the fiery confidence Jade saw in her eyes. Whatever it was, it was enough for Jade to trust Mei completely.