Warriors Don't Cry Audiobook Novels & Stories

Warriors screamed again, some dropped to their knees and others started shifting painfully against their will. The entire battlefield shook and Serena’s voice thundered across the land. “Bring me the heir!”

But here I stood, empty of empowerment, barren of courage. But no sooner had despair reached its peak than the shriek of a snowmobile cut through the chaos, sending waves of hope rushing through me. I turned toward the sound, breath caught in my throat. There, piercing the fog of battle like the tip of a spear, was Aaron. He was a warrior dressed in white pants, the fabric tight against his body as he charged into the chaos. My mouth opened to scream, to call out to him to turn back, to not be reckless—after all, he was human against that relentless wave of wolfkind—but at that moment, my voice went silent.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

“No… no, no, stay awake.” The glow faded. The healer looked up at me, tears slipping down her face. “I’m sorry…” I felt something in me break. Something deep. Something I couldn’t name. I gathered him close, rocking back and forth like a grieving father. My warrior. My friend. Gone. A cry escaped my throat, raw, broken, and helpless. But the battle didn’t wait for grief. The roar of another wolf brought me back. The stench of blood and ash thickened the air. My ears tuned back to the noise, the screams, the snarls, the death cries.

I thought he must be feeling pain in there so I continued to do it and he suddenly turned his head making his face within an inch from mine. “What?” I asked him shakingly. “Don’t blow!” he whispered before moving his stare to my lips. “Ok! I thought you must be feeling pain so I am blowing to get you not feel the complete pain.” I explained. “I am not feeling any pain.” He retorted. “Did you cry when you got all these or will you do it without any audience to see it?” I questioned him moving near another wound. “Warriors never cry!” he replied and I snorted in an unladylike but kept silent.

They were upset from seeing their parents leave suddenly, and when they overheard the others saying that they were going to war, many of them began to cry. My story seemed to help, but since I only ever heard it once, overhearing an elder reciting it to Chris and Misty while I was doing chores, I had to fill in the blanks for most of it. And since the pups needed a fun distraction, the filled in bits just naturally came out silly. “How many Warriors are left,” I asked nervously. “Five,” Duncan reported, still bouncing around excitedly, but his face sobered quickly when he saw the worry in my face. “Why, what’s wrong?”

He had no real choice and could only trust in God to be merciful as he could not afford to. "I thank all of you. You have not been commanded but have come voluntarily, the guardians of our people. Each of you has made the choice to give up your chance at life to ensure that our people are safe, that other species in the world are safe. You humble me with your generosity, and I am honored to call you my brethren, my kin." There was complete silence. The Prince's sorrow weighed like a stone in his heart, and, sharing his mind, the warriors caught a glimpse of the enormity of his pain. The wind moved gently through the crowd, ruffled hair with the touch of a father's hand, gently, lovingly, bru

They did not voice their concerns but I know that they were scared. "But now, you have earned their utmost respect and loyalty. They know that your fighting prowess is inherent. With or without a wolf, you are the best and strongest leader in the history of werewolves." Emberwing interrupts my thoughts and I agree with him. Just as I am enjoying talking to my wolf, the elite warriors gather around me, their spirits lifting like newly unfurled leaves. A chorus of voices erupts as they share stories of survival, hope, and a renewed commitment. The elite warriors recount their harrowing experiences, the battles fought not just against our enemies but against despair itself.

they chorus. The air bristles with energy. They live for this kind of thing. Dying in service of the kingdom is the highest honour for a warrior. I nod to Glenn and Jackson and watch while they hand out my stack of letters. Slowly, but surely, the reception hall empties out as the warriors take their letters and leave. Finally, it’s just me and my advisors. “Okay,” I croak past the dry knot in my throat. “Let me hear it.” “Hear what?” Jackson asks. “This is a time of war. We all understand why you’ve had to do it.”

My lips are still gummed and I couldn’t utter a single word. I sniffled a bit and closed my eyes for a while. I still couldn’t believe that my most trusted brother and friend could do that to me. I always knew that he has an eye for Shadrach but I never thought he will be that cruel to drag an innocent boy into this mess. I closed my eyes tightly again as fresh tears landed on my face again. I continued crying as I regret not trusting Shadrach. That was the greatest mistake I made not listening to his part of the story.