A Warrior's Daughter Summary Novels & Stories

Feeling some sort of relief, Jade continued towards the exhibit. The left-wing was nearly empty, save for an elderly woman standing in front of a collection of swords and a younger man who was wandering about. Jade started to walk around, stopping by now and then to view some of the artifacts on display. She was particularly interested in an elaborate costume that supposedly came from the collection of a princess who lived during the Qin dynasty. “I know someone who’d look good in that,” Jade thought as she pictured the dress on Marie. The mental image made her laugh a little too loud, much to the disapproval of the older lady.

: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."

I can feel his joy when he opened his mouth to speak. "This is my daughter and she just won her first fight! Nelika is now an official member of the pack warriors!" I gasped loudly, my Aunt tapped Beta Loki on the shoulders to tell him that he should put me down. My feet slowly reach down the floor, then she hugged me right. "We are so proud of you my dear! Your father is so happy now, you just earned the respect of the Royal pack warriors. We all witness how strong you are even though you didn't have your wolf form yet."

A few minutes later, they came, using their swords to show how deep it was and I let them carry him. "Get me his son," I ordered. "Both the daughter's," I said as they nodded, leaving. Soon his seven children came, kneeling before me, along with his wife. I didn't know why she was here and I didn't ask her to be brought.. "Your husband is dead and so is your father," I announced. "I don't plan on killing you, only if you swear allegiance to Dante and you shall send forty of your men, they don't have to be the strongest, send them to the Dark Wand Pack," I stated.

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

Either way, it was gone too fast for me to be sure. "Good answer,” she says before she disappears into the compound. I stand there longer than I should. Watching where she went. Something feels… wrong. It isn’t necessarily bad, just unfamiliar. It is like a thread pulling somewhere I can't see. I don't like it. One of the warriors chuckles. "She's trouble." "I can see that,” I reply. "Alpha's daughter,” he confirms. That explains everything. "And in less than a month," he adds carefully, "she'll be of age."

Thinking of all those nights of guard duty I had to stand in my old pack before the Goddess showed me our true nature. “Sir,” one of the warriors said kindly from across the clearing. I focused on him, but didn’t respond aside from a long stare. He cleared his throat before starting again, “Sir, can you describe the Alpha’s daughter for us?” I gave them a confused but suspicious look and didn’t respond. He realized that he would get no validation from me until I got some from him and stepped back to another leader on a phone.

She swiped angrily at tears that spilled down her cheeks and ripped away from his hold. “No! I don’t want to be soothed. Not while you’re all scheming to send my daughter to a senseless death.” “It’s not like that, really. I know you’re scared. But that’s because you haven’t seen what Hannah is capable of. She’s your daughter, yes, but she’s so much more. Inside her is the soul and power of a great ancient warrior. Your little girl is the only one who can lead us to victory against evil. There is no dou—” Suddenly they heard metal clashing against metal, and a girl’s hearty laughter coming from the living room.

"B- But-" I cut her off again. "No. Now leave." She nodded, continuing to cry. She was the daughter of our strongest and most loyal warrior. That's why mom chose her. I smiled again as I opened the file, seeing a picture of her. Soon, my Darling. Soon, you will be in my arms.

He flinched as he met my gaze, but he held his ground. I asked, “Where is my daughter?” My voice was cold and hard, echoing through the mine. The power in my voice seemed to shake the very walls around us, and I saw the warrior tremble. He hesitated, fear flickering in his eyes. He finally confessed, “They’re on their way to the mountain. To complete the ritual to make Alpha Johnson powerful.” A red haze clouded my vision, and I felt the fury boil over. Without thinking, I moved swiftly, my hand closing around his throat. The warrior’s eyes widened in shock as I squeezed, my grip unrelenting.