Broken Warrior Novels & Stories

I replied. "The battlefield is survival for the fittest, if they can't fight my strong men and survive, they should not be called soldiers," he boasted. I shook my head at his bad ideology, it wasn't nice and it wasn't the best. "You will see Kai, you will see how much I will make the pack grow," I told him as he laughed. "You will first need to pass me first," he says, rushing to attack me. I broke my spear into two, skillfully using the two to dodge his every move.

“What?” “Yes. My pack’s name was Mystic Warriors. And when I say my pack, I mean my pack,” I said. “I lied when I said I was a warrior for the Alpha. The truth is, I am an Alpha. I am the daughter of Alpha Kaster of Mystic Warriors. And the alpha who died in my arms…he was my brother, Alpha Ivan. Yes my pack was attacked and destroyed, that wasn’t a lie. And yes it was attacked by an Alpha named Killian but there’s more.”

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. 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.

His warriors spread out ahead of us, giving us space without being told. "That's twice now," he said without looking back. I knew what he meant. The phone call with Harrison. And now this. "Thank you," I said. Nothing more. "I was hoping for more than thanks." He slowed his pace until we walked side by side. "Join my team for the hunt. Consider it repayment." "I'd slow you down." A half-smile. "I doubt that very much." "Sasha is the strongest female warrior now. Everyone says so. Your team doesn't need another fighter."

"Let me go, or you'll pay!" Too bad, his threat couldn't intimidate Joakim, a desperado who took kidnapping jobs for fun. Joakim only pushed further, torturing him even more brutally. Russell's curses turned to desperate sobs. "No, get away! Please, stop!" I shielded the screen. It was too graphic. Joakim untied Russell's legs for easier access, but Russell kicked him hard, enraging him. "You're dead, boy!" Joakim roared, slapping Russell's face until it swelled.

The fury burned in my chest; my voice rose like a blade: “I will not be an unfilial daughter. And now—leave.” A stunned silence. He stood there, mouth working, no words coming out. Then Colin’s hand closed over mine, warm and steady. “Don’t waste another breath on him,” he murmured. “He’s not worth your time.” He lifted his eyes to Barry, his tone as calm as a blade drawn from its sheath: “I am a Warrior of Bayport. I am the Bond-mate chosen by the Bayport Council itself. This injury of my leg was earned at the border, saving lives. And even so, I can still protect Emily.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

He just stood, his face raw and broken and unresponsive in ways she still had yet to discover. And yet all of that—for all the privations and all the deceptions—she moved aside and made room for him. Because sometimes even the most embittered warriors needed someone to stand beside them. Even though it finally broke them. To be continued…

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."