Broken Star Warriors Novels & Stories

"I will try." Luna's force departed first, thirty-three warriors moving at speed toward the western forest where smoke already rose to the sky. I watched them go, knowing some would not return. My own team assembled quickly. Twenty warriors, mostly veterans who understood suicide missions. We carried light armor and weapons designed for speed over protection. "Move out," I commanded. As we ran toward the eastern border where Garrett waited with his hostage, I felt Aria's anguish through the mate bond. She stood on the wall watching us leave, torn between duty and family.

"Put him in a death stasis using Cassian's magic. She was going to let the spell lock permanently. Keep him trapped forever while she opened the Lycan Vault." "The vault is a myth." "No, it's not." A new voice from the doorway. Everyone turned. A scarred warrior stood there, his face covered in old claw marks. Behind him, fifteen more wolves. "Who are you?" Jetstar demanded. "Dax. From the Outcast Lands." The warrior stepped inside. "And these are wolves you exiled over the past three years. Every single one of us was banished because we refused Arlene's orders. Orders she gave through Damoew while he was under compulsion."

‘Your Royal Highnesses’ Carrick introduced them and Lucas nodded turning to them he spoke, ‘Thank you all for returning to our Alliance, only together are we strong. Your Luna and I have resolved our differences, we speak with one voice. Tomorrow we go to war and fight for our planet as one species, enjoy tonight my friends and sleep well.' The party did not last long, they danced and ate but everyone's mind was on the next day most left as the moon reached its zenith and Katya and Lucas made soft sweet love before curling together and falling into a peaceful sleep. The next morning they stood together on the ridge overlooking the Immortal Warriors and Lucas gave a rallying sp

I wasn't ready to be a Luna of a dove, bowing down and smiling gibberish to the people and my so-called Alpha or speaking unnecessary items with the women, I wanted to be a Luna of steel, a warrior Luna as I fight and take off every infiltrating rogue and supernatural dangerous enemies that seem to be poking around to cause a stir. I've lived all my life fighting, I never had a teacher except my and my father exiled all the female warriors in the Red Stone Pack to prevent me from learning from them while growing up. The male warriors were never seen around the Pack mansion as he knew that I would ask for their guidance.

one of the warriors says. I stop, just long enough to look them all over and make sure they’re medically stable enough to be on guard duty before nodding and walking into the room. I close the door and collapse on the bed, burying my face in a pillow as I begin sobbing. Simon POV “Alpha, Alpha Brady’s pack attacked Alpha Warren last night,” my warriors tell me over breakfast. “Who won?” “Alpha Warren, but I heard that he might be injured. His Beta is most likely dead. They had a lot of casualties from what we could see,” he says.

Even now, sweat-slick and surrounded by war prep, he found a way to tease her into a smile. Some warriors, tournament survivors now that had also joined us, moved with particular precision under her command. I caught their murmurs during a water break. One of them, a hulking Willowridge transfer, wiped his brow. “Thought Warrior of the Crest was a gift because of the Goldmoon Alphas. Watched her fight, though… she earned it. Beat me without breaking a sweat.” The scarred Ironbark female beside him nodded. “Luna’s the real storm. Makes you want to bleed for her.”

"If Malik takes the capital, he will trigger a civil war that will leave millions dead. We have to stop the New Dawn." "Stop him?" Musa repeated, his eyes wide. "Baraka, you saw the broadcast. He crushed two tanks like tin cans. He’s practically a god." "He’s not a god," Baraka said, turning toward the exit of the alcove, his jaw set with an immovable, unshakeable resolve. "He’s just a man with a broken heart. And I am the only one on this planet who knows how to break it further." The schism was complete. The sanctuary of the Deep Warren was about to become a war room, and the two kings of the Starfall were finally on a collision course.

They head to the first two cars and check on their warrior, all their warriors that were involved had already been sprayed with the Vapor of camouflage mist. They check on the warriors from the convoy. Three are dead, the other two are unconscious. Simon, Owen and the surviving warrior then move on to the next car. Unfortunately, their warrior didn’t survive this one. Owen looks at the warrior from the first and nods his head. The warrior nods slightly in return and makes his way to the fuel tank. Simon and Owen then check on the ones within the convoy car. The female is unconscious, as is the Beta. The two warriors are dead laying over them. Simon smirks at Owen and says,

"If Lord Ozera is the warrior he has claimed to be, I'm sure he can handle a few insults thrown at him. I doubt any real damage was done." I let out a small laugh, thinking about the rancorous talk that went on at camp and out in the field. He was right, if that self-proclaimed Moroi warrior had been anywhere near a battlefield like he said, then my outburst would be nothing but a small sting in comparison.

"He didn't kidnap me.. he saved me from your subordinates, those elders didn't seem to want me to be luna..they had a plan to kill me, so actually they...Argo and Dame saved me... I warned him not to go too far... I've scolded him..I've made it very clear that I only see him as a friend, nothing more. then why are you still angry..Burdak, I'm not angry with you, when you talked to Riri..you had an intimate relationship in the past, and when you talk to her now, I'm not angry with you..with you or with Riri. I get it, doesn't that make sense? We are creatures created with reason..we have to think Burdak..not to fight right away, if whatever the problem is solved by fighting..then we are no di