Broken Star Warriors Novels & Stories

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

They would adhere to my commands. Bowing several of the young warriors back away as many of the other warriors loyal to Celeste moved forward starring me down and looking at her. There were only a handful but they were large. I could easily take each one of them but to not cause them harm would be difficult as my beast and I were designed to kill.

All the warriors seem to push the females off and out of the way as they all get to their feet and surround Zachariah. Zachariah smiles and lets out a low whistle. The warriors that were waiting outside the door come walking in and the small room seems even smaller. The warriors all look at each other before one takes a slow step forward, bowing his head. The others soon follow suit. These warriors actually have a brain in their heads, knowing when to fight and when to surrender. Three of Zachariah warriors move to the front, standing just behind Zachariah. They have special gloves on their hands as they hold silver cuffs. The 9 warriors all whimper but don't resist as the three warriors ste

Battle gear (armors, bulletproof vests, helmets, shields) – Verid and Rocky Artillery (assault and sniper rifles, handguns, Tasers) – Zhackary and Jeffery Bioweapon (corrosive liquid, tranquilizer darts, poison arrows) – Rhianna and Jaden Explosives (land mines, bombs, nukes, improvised explosives) – Gina and Czar Food Production (animal hunting, food crop plantation, harvesting, food trading) – Goyo and Mono Improvised weaponry (spears, bows and arrows, daggers, halberd) – Keisha Medic Team (antidotes, first aiding team, medical tools and equipment) – Shino and Renz Battle Trainers (archery, military, bio, explosives, Med) – Archery: Rhianna; Military: Zhackary; Bio: Jaden; Explosives: Gina

Immediately Aren left to the pack house to where the lack warriors where training. He picked the strongest among them , whise name are called Devan, Stou, Dave, Kachi, and lastly Mike . After relaying the information the alpha had given him to them, they gathered together and left for the healers house. Looking from the window in his office, Dwanye saw Aren and the other remaining warriors leaving. He went back to his desk , expecting a feedback from them. On getting to the healer house, Aren knocked on the door. Nobody answered.

"Dustin. Stefan. Lila. Gather our warriors. Five thousand strong. We march before dawn. We carry the fury of the Moon, the weight of prophecy, and the fire of every pack Dexter and Xavier tried to destroy." My voice dropped. "Tonight we end this."

She didn’t miss the way the brothers exchanged glances, the urgency in their steps, the way Gary looked unusually serious. Something wasn’t right. Gary led them down the path, past the final ring of fires, until they reached a clearing where the scent of blood clung to the air. Amarok’s eyes sharpened. Frost warriors stood around, some bruised, some shirtless, clearly just from a brawl. Mixed among them were men from the Star pack—the same group that brought the tattooed woman who’d fought Tara earlier. The same ones Amarok had crossed in the arena. “What the hell happened here?” Geri demanded.

His Luna, although she didn't fight seriously, was also powerful, and any of my men who faced her got their hearts ripped off. At some point, I regretted creating the war, but I did it to put a stop to the humiliation of his men. I hated Darren for not trying to find out why the war broke out. He never cared to know why we, the rogues, fought with his men. Instead, he came in with his Luna, beta, and Gamma, and that was the end of us. We couldn't stand them, and I lost thousands of my men in a few hours. Even after we had left every pack and lived on our own, the warriors from Silver Moon Pack would not let us live in peace; they would continue to kill the weak women and pups as they pleased

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."