Warriors Don't Cry Audiobook Novels & Stories

Behind him, the other wolves lowered their heads too. “The enemy of our pack is our enemy,” he continued firmly. “And abandoning our Alpha during war…” His voice tightened. “Was dishonorable.” A low howl suddenly rose from behind him... then another and another. Soon every returning warrior howled together in unison beneath the moonlight. The sound echoed powerfully through the Deadwood. It was loyalty, repentance and unity. My chest tightened unexpectedly. Slowly, I stepped forward and grabbed the warrior’s shoulder firmly. “That’s in the past,” I said quietly. The wolf looked up at me in shock. “Everything is forgiven.”

Tears streaming down his scarred cheeks, the man who had survived torture, who had led his people through war, who had never shown weakness in front of anyone he stood in the doorway and wept like a child. The sound broke something in me, broke something in all of us. Outside, the news spread. I heard it in the howls not howls of warning or battle, but howls of grief. One by one, they joined, until the entire compound was filled with the sound of a pack mourning its hope. The Omegas he had freed, the warriors he had fought beside. The children who had looked up to him. The elders who had doubted him and been proven wrong. All of them, howling.

I remove my shoes and shed my coat, twisting in the wind, around and around and around until I fall and my tears swim sideways to my ears. Without more troops or fighters there's no possibility of us being able to help any more people. The small number of warriors we have has dwindled throughout the years. You'd be surprised at the number of wolves who volunteer to fight. I've never pegged them for cowards, mostly brutes, but you can't judge a man because he prefers to live his days in peace and solitude. A great number of people will suffer for this.

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

“Thank you ma’am.” Dylan said as he took the cookie and ate it. “I just want to hear her singing Grandma.” Romero said as he took a seat in an empty chair. Elleanna’s voice carried into the front as she sang and baked “…Now I’m a warrior…Now I’ve got thicker skin…I’m a warrior….I’m stronger than I’ver been..And my armor, is made of steel, you can’t get in…I’m a warrior…and you can never hurt me again….Out of the ashes, burnin’ like fire….you can save your apologies…you’re nothing,but a liar…I’ve got shame, I’ve got scars…that I will never show…I’m a survivor…In more ways than you know…”

Others just shook their heads and walked away, their shoulders slumped and their eyes sad. The fury in Leo’s eyes was murderous. “Don’t come back! You are not welcome here anymore. You worthless traitors!” One of the warriors fell on his knees and started begging Leo. “Please, Alpha Leo, don’t do this to me. This job is the only thing I have. I have no family or friends to return home to. I have been loyal to you, and I never rebelled against you. Please don’t fire me.” He clasped his hands together and looked up at Leo with tears in his eyes, his voice cracking and his body trembling. Nora felt sorry for the warrior and turned to look at Leo.

He shook his head and reprimanded himself from thinking about her. Thinking about Waniya his eyes filled up, the tears he had been hiding the whole time began to flow down his cheeks. Before he could wipe them, Kabir hugged him, he too was crying softly and Abraham couldn't keep control on his tears anymore. He quietly cried in his best friend cum brother's arms. *** The red sun sat in the quiet city of Islamabad and the eerily quiet house of Chauhdaries. The air was thick mourning the loss of it's favorite resident.

"Long ago, and miles away, there was a young princess, orphaned in a time of war. She was called upon to lead the armies of her kingdom, for there was no other. She was the fiercest of warriors, beloved of her people, unstoppable on the field. She rode out day after day and saved her subjects in battle after battle. But every night, when the fighting was done, she was alone. Until one day, a peasant boy came looking to join her army. Lonely and angry and fierce as she. For the first time, she found that when she strode out onto the field to save others, there was someone at her side...who had come to save her." Chapter 1 RPOV Song: Past Lives by BORNS, That Sea The Gambler by Gregory Alan Is

"You deserve the best of everything." Tears of joy streamed down Lila’s face. "Damien, I… I don't know what to say." "Just say you'll always stay with us," he said, stroking her hair. "This is only the beginning. I'll give you so much more." The room erupted in applause. I sat in my corner, the world spinning, a roar in my ears. My wolf was crying out, feeling the sting of betrayal. It curled into a painful ball inside me.

Cesar's ears perk up instantly. The warrior waves the red flag. It's ours. And row by row, the warriors march down the hill. They are cold and they are freezing, but they are home. They are tired and weak, but they are home. They are sick and they are dying, but they are home. They are bloody but triumphant, and they are home. Cesar lifts his head to the sky and lets out a loud howl. It echoes through the forest and will live in the shells of our ears for the rest of our lives. I feel the tear slip down my cheek, one that crystallizes before it hits the ground.