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.

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."

"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."

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

He surprised me with the creative ways in which he learned to use them, even teaching me a few things I didn’t think of when it came to my own abilities. Jason and Whisper were silent. I knew Jason’s depression would disappear and his anger would come soon, but I knew he wasn’t ready for a war. His abilities to fight weren’t there yet. Even if he wanted to fight I wouldn’t let him. Whisper on the other hand had some PTSD from her attack. She already hated fighting, but after that incident she became more of a pacifist. I will leave them to stay back with low level specials that would not be fighting. They would help in other ways.

The Omega's eyes once again closed as he began chewing, and he lightly hummed. “He's adorable, Thaddeus,” Zendaya said through the link, and the Alpha's heart swelled. The Alpha only made it halfway through his sandwich before he felt a warrior desperately pressing against the link, and he opened it. The Alpha's body tensed when the warrior said a rogue breached the West border by the river. “He ran through Alpha Michael's territory first, and they're still chasing him. I'm right behind them, but that sucker's fast!” He said, sounding out of breath.

Camila struggled to shake her mind awake. She was a veteran warrior of the Barbarian race and a lover of battles. She had been through many difficult situations, and had come out of all of them a survivor. This situation was no different. Her experience proved a vital resource as she quickly made the wisest decision.