Novel & Cerita A Warrior's Daughter Summary

I told you, my mom is a badass. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was premature when easily a dozen others I didn't notice come out of nowhere. I suck in a sob, Mom may be a badass, but there's no way she can take on that many alone. They swarm her, and she lets out a vicious snarl that I could even hear all the way up here. There's a ray of hope when I see a group of warriors rushing towards her. My father was the head warrior; there was no way he would leave his mate and his daughter out here to fight on their own. Proving me right, my dad's gray wolf is leading them and heading straight to my mother. The warriors reach the vampires and jump right at them, but it's not enough. There were

“Three. Two of my warriors are already heading toward Skye.” Relief flooded through me so quickly my knees almost weakened. “How long?” “They're running as fast as they can.” Then Wren's voice changed. The efficient captain disappeared for a moment. “Please save her, Morgan.” I frowned. “I'm trying.” “Kayla is the daughter of one of my best warriors.” My eyes traveled toward the girl lying motionless on the bed. Oh, Goddess. Her father had probably spent years protecting our Pack. Patrolling our borders. Risking his life for ours.

Most of the pack did, or was she simply making polite conversation? “I assumed you would know, we visit quite regularly. I would likely have trained with your father too if he is a warrior. My Mum is the former Alpha's daughter. She met my Dad when he visited. He is a warrior, Mum moved to be with him.” and as I spoke I saw her face fall.

My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter. With deliberate, languid steps, I ventured towards that room, my haven. The door creaked open suddenly, and I jumped in surprise, wind whipping through the room, tousling my hair. Inside the room, two figures emerged from the recesses of my memories, my younger self and my father. The sight of them took my breath away. In surprise, I watched my child self play with my father. A surreal feeling washed over me—one that I hadn't felt in years.

This knife, found among my mother’s possessions, belonged to the Sun Warriors leader. I am the daughter of the feared leader of the Sun Warriors. I am the daughter of the woman who killed Owen’s mother.

"It's your wife, The woman you've been waiting for so long, You will wait until you are tired of waiting, and waiting tires of you, You will wait for the daughter of the sun to come, that will melt the ice of your heart with its raging fire, Only your enemy and the enemy of your enemies will bear your children. And bring a new offspring into this world, A progeny that embraces the gift of the sun and enjoys its light, But your path with it will be fraught with dangers and calamities, so beware, Beware, for you will be her protector and guide. won't survive without you, Choose your battle with her wisely, and train her best and prepare her, or else you will lose her and your offspring with he

“Get the pups underground. Warriors to me.” The soldier bolted. Samuel turned to me, eyes all Alpha steel. “You stay here.” “No.” His brows shot up. “I’m a hunter,” I said, voice sharp. “I have a reckoning with that bitch. I’m fighting.” “You’re wounded. You’re wolf-less.” “I’ve survived worse.” He stared at me — saw the fire my father left behind — and his lips twitched into a grim smile. “You’re Kane’s daughter,” he said. “Fine. Stay close.”

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

His jaw was set in the way of a man who had made a decision and intended to keep it. Alira looked at the yard in front of them. A few wolves were moving through the morning routine, carrying supplies and talking in low voices. None of them looked at her directly. They rarely did. She was Roric Vael's daughter, and they hadn't forgotten it, even if they had stopped saying it out loud. "I just want to know what she was like," Alira said, her voice coming out low, but firm. "He never spoke about her. Not once. I grew up with nothing."

According to her, I was an evil woman with a short temper who hurt her whenever I felt like it. As for Kelvin, he would take Jillian's side every time. No questions asked. "She's just a child. Why would she lie?" he would ask. At the time, I didn't want to believe that my own daughter saw me as a romantic rival. Unfortunately, it was already much too late by the time I finally opened my eyes to the truth. I scoffed as I looked at Jillian's pitiful appearance.