Broken Star Warriors Novels & Stories

Archer and Devlin both smile as they hear the first of many screams fill the night as the war begins. As soon as the first scream sounds and the alarms all go off Dominic and Seraphina, Nathaniel, Violet, Eli, Chrysta, Scarlett and Phoenix, Ryker and Isabella, Jayce, Opal, River, Charlotte and Stefan, Josephine and Zachary, Victoria, Julian, Katrina, Seth, Savannah, Theodore, Tina, Alexander, Sebastian, Teresa, Victor, Noah, William, Imogen, Claire and all the other high-ranked warriors move quickly out of their assigned tents. As soon as they realise what is happening, Isabella, Imogen and Savannah stand in a circle facing each other as they recite once each and then three times together.

The whole town is almost shattered from the attack earlier and there's no point staying here any longer. The next morning, the Misfits prepare for the journey to Starlight Pack. It's an odd sight-wolves from two completely different worlds moving together as one. The scrappy warriors of the Misfits, dressed in whatever armour they could piece together, walked beside the polished and disciplined warriors of the Starlight Pack. The atmosphere is light, though. They joke, tell stories, and challenge each other to ridiculous games. At one point, Greta challenges Williams, Bran's Beta, to an arm-wrestling match. The fight is intense, with both warriors straining, gritty and their teeth. Williams

They fight each other to get the lead and it momentarily jams them in the confines of the tunnel and helps us. Kill, Ms. Beast laughs. Kill. Finally, all I hear is the non-stop hum and the heavy breathing of Warriors. We're all blood-spattered and heaving, the air thick with the tangy odor of blood. "Marinah," King calls and I run around the Warriors closest to me to join him. We look over each other checking for injuries. Thankfully, he doesn't notice the scratch on my side. When I glance up from examining him, the men around us stare slack-jawed. Think monster-sized, bloody, gory jaws and you might get the picture. King pulls me in close to his side. "She's Warrior. Get over it, we have a

(Who will you agrieve after me How will you remove me from your memory You have destroyed me Who else will you destroy You will cry and beg for me) Yara playfully hit her shoulder and whispered, "What's cooking, girl?" She glanced up to glare at Yara but instead came across his heated eyes. When she glared at him, he resumed while shaking his head. "Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya,"

“One day, we got into an argument because of that. She wanted me to change departments and become a warrior just like her. But I said I couldn’t. I’m not strong and I didn’t have the kind of perseverance she did to put up with the brutal training. “We had a falling out and called our friendship quits. Soon after that, she was promoted to a three-stars warrior and made an honorary member of the Blood Moon pack.” Sierra said. My mouth fell open. Three stars! I stood my ground against a three-stars warrior?! In the Werewolf realm, warriors were divided into five divisions. There were one-star, two-stars, three-stars, four-stars, and five-stars warriors. The lowest in rank and power were one-sta

another man called out. Alexander had been sparring with Bashir. They both had not heard the commotion as they were both too engrossed in their practise. It was only when Alexander heard the cries of a woman nearby. He stared at Bashir strangely, causing Bashir to stop his sword mid air. He walked closely to where the sobs came from. They sounded too familiar. His eyes turned almost black as he saw a warrior holding his crying unwilling wife. What on earth was Fareeda doing here and crying? He looked around for Abdul or Haider and cane up with nothing. “Unhand her this minute.” Alexander commanded, his voice coming out as hard as steel causing the warrior to instantly release her. The same t

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

"They will not be merciful. That I can promise you." Ariana snarled as did Dominic. Both shifted into their wolf forms and they charged at Millicent and her coven. Raina looked up, gazing at the full moon above showing through the dome-skylight and moonlight streamed down into her body. Her eyes glowed white as she gazed over Kian who smiled at how fierce she looked. She was a Moon Warrior and she was breathtaking. She turned her gaze at Mia. "We have our own debt to settle."

Not while he was still. They had carried him away minutes earlier, and she could still see it—his body slumped in the arms of two dragonkin warriors, his limbs heavy and limp. The warlord who had torn kingdoms apart with his bare hands now dangled between others like a broken thing. His head lolled to one side, jaw slack, eyes half-lidded with no flame behind them. Blood soaked through the silks beneath him, trailing in molten streaks across the floor as they carried him away. There was no power in him now. No fire. No fury. Only silence.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.