Awakened Warrioress Novels & Stories

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

“Because from this day forward, they’ll see you as what you are.” “What’s that?” “My Luna. Their Luna.” I hesitated, then smiled against his shirt. “Then you better start preparing them. Because I’m not exactly the soft, smiling kind of leader.” He pulled back just enough to tilt my chin up. “Good. Because I didn’t fall in love with soft and smiling. I fell in love with a warrior.” “A blind warrior.” “A warrior who sees more than anyone else.” I bit my lip. “You’re going to make me cry.”

I scan the area again, trying to see if there is one of my pack members somewhere close. The voice once again echoes in my head. “I’m not part of your pack. I’m Bridget. High Elder Rose is my mother. This isn’t the time for this. You must leave the area. You are too close to the physical fight.” Physical fight? What is she talking about? SHIT! At the same time, Beta Malcolm blurts out, “The war has begun,” while I gasp, “The war is here.”

“Always.” His eyes caught hers, sharp and quiet. “Until they stop breathing.” The night swallowed their words as they armed themselves—two ghosts turned into fire. Outside, the city burned with lies and consequence. Inside, Liora felt something else ignite: not just fury, but need—the kind that blurred survival and desire until they were the same pulse. The Arbiters had unleashed their war. And for the first time, Liora and Varian would fight it side by side—in full view of the world that had already decided their story.

"Exactly." ​Before I could react, he melted into the shadows of the cliff. Gideon spun around. "Where did he go?" ​"You are not welcome here," a cool, unfamiliar voice announced from behind us. ​We spun, weapons drawn, only to find ourselves completely encircled by dozens of heavily armored warriors. Their gear was unlike anything in the Twelve Kingdoms—forged of dark steel and trimmed in polished silver. ​At their center stood a young female warrior bearing long silver hair and a crescent crown upon her brow. Her eyes swept over our unit before landing on me with a dangerous, knowing smile.

One I didn't forget. It pulses softly. A message. A warning. Sent across the quiet. To anyone still listening. To anyone still free. "She has awakened," I whisper again. Not in fear this time. But in hope. And far away, I wonder if she hears it. The Seer who became a weapon. And the Keeper who might yet unmake me. The trials are only beginning. And war is already walking. We are all being watched. But not all of us are still blind.

A few warriors dropped to one knee, unable to resist the overwhelming aura. Marten stared at me carefully, his jaw tight, eyes searching mine; no, searching hers. “Aria…” “She is not ready,” Aria continued calmly, tilting my head slightly as she observed the gathered crowd. “But she is awakening.” Power pulsed outward with the words. The ground beneath us trembled violently, small stones rattling and dust rising in faint spirals. Cracks spiderwebbed across the hard-packed earth near my feet. Fear spread across the courtyard like wildfire. One warrior fell to his knees completely, breathing ragged, sweat pouring down his face.

But this was different. Ava wasn’t just a warrior. She was a weapon forged by fate, a queen blessed by gods, a force the darkness had learned to fear. My mate and Luna. And now that same darkness was crawling into her bones. I stormed into the makeshift war room at Ashville's pack house, the tension already thick between Kael, Rowan, and Lyra, who were talking over a new version of the battle map. They all paused when they saw me. “She’s awake,” I said, voice gruff.

Helix warned. I looked at Alora as she waited for my response. Her head held high and a fierce expression on her face. She was a true warrior not only because of the years of training she clearly had but also because of her past, and I couldn't help but admire that. She wasn't looking for pity; she accepted her fate like a true warrior.