Broken Warrior Novels & Stories

What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the face of danger But it was her bravery in one particular battle that would change her life forever…. During the Battle against snow pack… The battle was against a pack of rogue werewolves who had been causing chaos and destruction in neighboring territories of the Moon Kingdom. Zemo, who was just the young promising prince at that time, had led the charge into battle, and Althea had been one of the warriors under his command. The battle had been fierce, and the rogue pack had put up a tough fight. Multiple causalities had been on both sides and it seemed that the Snow Pack was not ready to give up in this fight either…

“That just says you don't know hand to hand com-bat.” Hunter said with a smirk when he ran to meet the warrior that was coming his way. When he got close to the warrior he ran up the side of the wall, leaped into the air, flipped over the man’s head wrapped his arms around the man's neck, as he landed on the floor, breaking the man’s neck with sickening cracking sound once his feet hit the floor. The warrior dropped to his knees and Hunter kicked him over like he was trash. He faced the other men who had stopped when they saw what Hunter did to their warrior brother. Realizing that the two men in front of them weren't like the wolves they fought who couldn't harm them, understanding this was

Treven has the battle blood of Nati Niamh running through his veins, he won't sit still and watch his country get invaded by the barbarians. “ But why will the barbarians want to wage a war all of a sudden?” I asked getting curious. No kingdom in their right senses will try to wage a war against Nayak because of their strength and valor in battles, Nayak has never lost a single war because of Nati's protection and Natalí's support.

He never prayed for anything but the courage to overcome, to hold out, to keep his soul unbroken, but now, he prayed for the strength to destroy and destroy swiftly. His arms screamed, his shoulders throbbed and pulsated with trauma, but all of that was tugged aside. He hung by the cords, eyes narrowed to slits, his body coiling into the warrior he’d been trained to be. The blade sliced cleanly through the ropes, and he fell to the sand and watched as the driver nudged the blade back into the scabbard inside his boot. All the while, the driver and the wardens continued arguing, paying him no attention at all.

His body was covered with bruises, claw marks, and canine bites. "Useless fools!" I couldn't help but freak out, shaking the whole enormous cave with my voice. "I only have one weapon left!" I thought about it. However, I was not even sure if this one could be trusted. She had a dark heart, but she was new. "My goddess, I have news!" My one and only warrior, who managed to escape in that dragon's kingdom, came in. He bowed to me. He had lost his right arm when he dared to fight Delmar.

As Alpha Zachariah makes his way through PowerMoon territory, he gets updates from each of the teams, letting him know that the breeding camp he is heading for is Valentino’s main camp. Zachariah entered the next warrior's camp. This one was slightly different to all the others, with more of Valentino’s higher-ranked warriors inside. Zachariah faced 4 warrior Lycans, taking out each one after a reasonable fight. Once he was fighting the last warrior Lycan facing him, Zachariah has a slight misstep collapsing to his knees as he feels a sharp pain shoot through his chest, but still managed to just dodge the Lycan’s advance that was attacking him.

a coarse voice roared over the wind. A dozen warriors leaped from the high rocks, clad in mismatched armor, bear furs, and marked with the branded scars of outcasts, deserters, and former Syndicate mercenaries. They moved with brutal, dirty efficiency, hacking through the remaining stalkers with iron axes and heavy cleavers until the snow was stained with black pitch and red blood. Kira stood her ground, blade raised, her eyes narrowed as the leader of the ambushers stepped forward. He was a hulking, scarred warrior with a missing left ear—Gunnar, a notorious mercenary commander who had fled the Southern Syndicate years ago.

And I will make sure it's worth remembering. . . . . Get ready Char. You may have faught with alot of warriors before. It's time to fight a survivor this time. It's time to fight Thora Valentine.

“I think good things, but boys are weird. They said humans can’t be warriors, but you is a warrior. So that don’t make sense. Then they said you beat Miss Greta and that don’t make sense either. Nobody beats Miss Greta.” “Well, let me set one thing straight. I did NOT beat Miss Greta, but I did get to work with her. She is a really great warrior so if she tells you to do something listen, cause she’s the best. But, I am a warrior and a human. I just have to work a little different that’s all. I can get hurt worse because I don’t heal as fast as you do.” “Oh, so can I tell Todd he was kinda wrong then?”

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.