Warriors Don't Cry Audiobook Novels & Stories

"She barely managed to come back to life. Don't destroy her again." Lorenzo stood frozen in place, feeling shattered by those words. "She barely managed to come back to life… Don't destroy her again…" he recalled in his mind. When Lorenzo turned to leave, his steps were so unsteady that he could barely walk. He drove to the beach and sat on a rock. Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore, and he cried. He didn't cry silently. He cried like a child, sobbing loudly. The sea wind blew through his hair, and the waves crashed against the rocks. The sound of his sobs was swallowed by the vast expanse of the sea.

“I will not sugarcoat your feelings like Merida. I barely know you, for all I know the people of the oasis are nothing but crooks and might have given us the fake chosen one. The so called savior of all the land can’t be someone as weak and pathetic as you are, giving up right after the first sign of failure.” I sniffled hard, the tears pouring from my eyes now, “You just don’t get it do you?! “No I don’t.” “You know nothing about me! I’m just a healer from the town’s market.” “You definitely are.” “I’m a nobody!” “You’re correct.” “I can’t do this!!”

She is giving instructions to the new Warrior Chief she appointed, and Mathew notices their trainings are a bit more intense than usual, as though the Alpha is expecting to be involved in a battle with another pack or something. Marcus, Mathew notices, has joined the warriors as well. Great for him. After the humiliation he has gone through of having the highest position in the pack taken away from him, being a warrior is a wise choice. A warrior position is a very respectable position in any pack. Marcus must know that Emily already told him that she found out about the wife and now hates him, because, as soon as he sees Mathew, Marcus starts trying to strike a conversation with Emily. Math

She moved closer to her and wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “I‘m sorry Rose, I didn’t mean to push. I just want the best for you and Baby T.” Rose didn’t know when tears began to drop. Baby T noticed and moved closer, using his tiny hands to wipe them from her cheeks. “Auntie, why is mummy crying?” he asked softly. Rose forced a smile and kissed his forehead. “I'm not crying, love.” But inside, her heart was heavy. She thought she would feel happy after Michelle was fired, but she didn’t. The truth was, Michelle wasn’t the person she truly despised. Deep down, Rose knew Michelle was just another victim of his lies.

~ BRIAN ~ For some reason, Lyric had been extremely worried about this war. Of course, she had to be worried, but it felt like she was worrying way too much. As though there was something she knew that she wasn't telling me. "Here's the file for the warriors." Jordan pulled me out of my train of thoughts, dumping a textbooklike file in front of me. "Oh, okay, thank you." I said and opened the first page, reading through the profile and strength of the Warriors.

They were far behind, on the outskirts of the city, separated by several huge bounds. * * * * * Timothy snarled and lunged at the closest warrior, his jaws closing around the man’s midsection. Tossing his head, the man went flying, screaming as he went. It was a victory, yet the magic sticks of the warriors struck his body over and over again. There were too many of them. His body listed as the stinging blows rained down on him, the enraged faces of the warriors filling his vision. He raised his head and howled mournfully. All the warriors halted for a moment, their hands stilling and their faces going white. Then the blows resumed.

I sneered, offended. "Thank you. If I need to barge into the ring to safe you, I would." "Don't you dare try it!" I warned. "You shouldn't step on my pride as a future warrior," I said and he laughed as I glared at him. I could tell he was laughing at my dream to become a warrior. After all, ladies weren't recognized or welcomed on the battle field. "Fine, I'll try to stay out of your fight as long as I see that your head is still intact," he held his hand out in surrender, trying to hold back his laughter.

“The war begins with you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath trying to center himself, but the jittery feeling wouldn’t settle. It was like unsettling butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He wanted to feel in control of himself and this situation. Moon Goddess, they — the people out there — deserved a strong capable leader. Somebody who was focused.

He carefully wipes the tears from my face as he turns my head up to look at him. “Little Bear, you've been through hell and back, no one would ever expect you to come out of it even the least bit affected. You've suffered more trauma than anyone I know, and yet you're still fighting. You are a true warrior. Don't ever think otherwise. What they did to you would have anyone second guessing themselves. Don't let them win. They want to see you fail. Just because they got to you, doesn't mean that they've won. The fact that you were able to see through their lies only proves how strong you really are.”

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"