Warriors Don't Cry Audiobook Novels & Stories

SOPHIA POV The air was stiff while taking a walk with Xylah, this was because none of us wanted to be in the same company as each other.. As we walked, I heard noises and cheers going on in the distance. "What's that noise?" I asked. "They are recruiting new wolves to join the army," she replied. "You do not want to go there, the men there will be covered in their own sweat and blood," she complains. "Yuck right?" She asked but stopped talking when she noticed my interest. "Oh I forgot, you used to be a beta, those are your thing," she mumbles.

David spasmed in agony as his snot and tears stained his whole face. He no longer carried the same demeanor as he did before. It led everyone to sigh. The warriors in the viewing area once again fell silent. No one could say anything about the result. It did not matter if they had supported Fane or if they had thought that he would lose. After witnessing everything that had happened, not a word came from them. David had said that he had a trump card, but the warriors there did not react too much to what he said.

Alice once more gave them an out. But soon she was facing Morgan again as the girl launched herself at her. As they circled Alice could hear her dad in her head. A warrior never backs down. You always fight for what is yours and you fight for your pack. Brittney cause she came from a different pack let out a worry for her friend. She saw Alice's warrior blood come out. But those in her pack knew their Luna was gonna school this girl. " Just remember I fucked him first. His first for everything! You will never be as good for him." Morgan declared.

With expert hands and a sense of experience, the two warriors that came toward me tore a good part of their cloaks, wrapping it around the area my hand cut off from. This controlled the bleeding almost perfectly, but the pain was still there, exploding all through my head with an intensive pain all around. I knew I had to speak, to keep on speaking, or I'd lose respect and relevance in the eyes of the warriors and eventually all through the pack when we got there. "We have to keep moving brothers, fast and brave!!" I roared, the pain I felt from the server cut prompting me to roar louder than I had anticipated. "Let's move warriors!!" Rael the chief warrior roared too, and I saw his hands in

I raise my chin. “We are a family.” The murmurs swell. “We are wolves who rise from every battle stronger than before.” Cheers rise now. “We are warriors who protect our own.” Another round of loud voices. “And we are survivors.” I lean forward slightly. “Every single one of you has lived through things that would have destroyed others. I’ve seen you lose homes and rebuild them. Lose friends and honor them. Lose hope and claw it back with your bare hands. I've lost great people. The likes of Ruby and Rock."

The man turned around and continued to ride away. “You can’t leave me!” Jade continued. “You cannot leave me to die!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. None of the men turned back. Now completely distraught, Jade fell to her knees once more. She felt completely drained. As tears started to fall, a strong arm appeared out of nowhere to pull her up. Plop! She found herself seated at the back of a camel. “You can ride with me,” its rider said. With a renewed sense of hope, Jade mustered all the strength she had left. “Thank you,” she said as she finally succumbed to sleep.

He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

They stood together, two figures silhouetted against the fiery backdrop, two souls united in their shared grief, their silent vigil a testament to the profound loss they had both endured. The ceremonies were long and solemn. Each fallen warrior, from the seasoned Alpha to the newest recruit, was honored with a personal eulogy. Lyra listened to each tribute, to each tale of bravery, of loyalty, of sacrifice. She heard stories of laughter and camaraderie, of shared hopes and dreams, of lives cut tragically short. Each story was a knife twisting in her heart, a fresh wound reopening, reminding her of the price of freedom, the immeasurable cost of their victory. The faces of the fallen, etched i

Warriors screamed. The air smelled of smoke and blood. I tried to focus. I could feel every wolf around me. Their fear. Their rage. Their desperation. The Moon power inside me reacted. I raised my hands. Silver light spread across the battlefield. Wounded wolves began breathing easier. Some wounds closed. Not completely. But enough. The warriors looked at me. Their fear changed. Hope returned. "Keep moving!" Alexander shouted. He fought at the front. Every time an enemy approached me, he was there.

Warriors did not kneel to omegas. When he spoke again, his voice was no longer that of a passing traveller. “…because you are not what they think you are.”