Awakened Warrioress Novels & Stories

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

Lucien announced proudly, "is what you actually look like." The warriors burst into another round of laughter. My chest tightened. So this… this was the surprise, Elara had tricked me again. Lucien rubbed the spot where I'd punched him before turning toward a warrior. "Kael Ashford." The man stepped forward. "Yes, Alpha." "You're the strongest among the new recruits." Lucien folded his arms. "I have a special assignment for you." Kael bowed his head. "I'm listening." "Starting today, Lisa joins the warrior division. She'll train, fight, and serve this pack until I say otherwise."

“You’ve trained well. But this is real war now. You fight by my side. No recklessness. No hesitation.” Aria met his gaze, chin lifting. “Understood.” And in that moment, something shifted between them. No longer teacher and student. Not even Alpha and subordinate. Equals. Bound by purpose… and something more. --- By dawn, they were ready. Sera had gathered scouts. Kael summoned a war party of his strongest wolves lean, scarred veterans who bowed low when Aria entered the hall, eyes flicking to the mark on her neck. Word had spread. The Moonborn had awakened.

She reached for her wool coat resting on the leather armchair, slipping her arms through the sleeves with practiced grace. I looked down at her, taking in her immaculate tailored black trousers, her proud posture, and the quiet resolve radiating off her small frame. The southern branch was about to turn into a ruthless, chaotic warzone filled with panic-stricken local directors, corrupt union bosses, and aggressive press hounds who would slice a novice to pieces just to save their own skins. "We’re traveling together," I added, my voice dropping into a low, fiercely protective register that left zero room for argument. "They’d gobble you up in a second without me here."

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

"We aren't exactly the type that likes to cuddle like werewolves. We are born warriors, creatures designed for one singular purpose and that's to kill. My ancestors considered human emotions as fragile and weak." I tilted my head at the grimace on Parys's face. "And you? What do you think of mates?" I asked, watching him closely. He glanced away from me. There was a pause as he searched for his answer. I could have sworn I saw his shoulders fall as if he had sighed.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

Well, at least he did not sound like a whore. He took a look around him. Yes, he deserved this, he thought, but he wasn’t going down like a weak damsel in distress. Alarick wanted him, then he’d have him. All of him. But not without a fight. “The gods have answered the Warlord’s prayer. Bards will make songs about this,” Avinash whispered to him, smiling. Erriene felt like screaming.

"They're still with me. Even here." The man rose sharply to his feet, his earlier patience replaced entirely by something far more urgent. "That's not possible. The seal should have—" Another howl answered the first, closer this time, followed by the unmistakable sound of stone cracking apart on a massive scale, an entire chamber's worth of ancient warriors finally, fully waking, and this time, nothing seemed to be holding them back. "You said the bond was irrelevant," Aurora said, forcing herself to her feet despite her body's protests, something fierce and unshakeable settling into her chest as the sound of the awakening army grew louder. "I think you're about to find out how wrong you wer

“I need it ASAP.” He opened the door. Beta Mellow was already inside the chamber and so is Amari. Maridelle remained gazing only to Alpha Lachlan’s feet to guide herself on where to go, obviously avoiding any eye contact. Beta Mellow and Amari stood up as he entered the chamber. “Beta Mellow,” he called him. When he is certain that he got his full attention, he continued speaking. “Prepare the pack. All our warriors must ready themselves for a bloody war. There is going to be a bloodbath any time soon.”