Novel & Cerita Broken Warrior

“Who cares that you were weak enough to be bullied by your father. I sure as shit don’t. You ruined my graduation. My parents are angry, and the school threatened to take away one of my scholarships. I fucking hate you!” Angel raised her hand an brought it down hard on my cheek. I gripped it for a moment as the stinging pain subsided. And then I smiled. Then I laughed. Hard. My laughter was so loud that other people started to laugh. That is until Lucas finally broke back through the crowd that separated us when she pulled me back. I dropped my hand from me cheek. All the laughter gone now. “You know what is the best thing about being beaten by my father nearly every day for the past few yea

Mercenaries wearing Roman’s sigil were trading continuous fire with the Valak vanguard at point-blank range. And right in the center of the crossfire stood Bane. He looked like an apocalyptic warlord. His massive, towering frame was completely unyielding against the onslaught, his assault rifle spitting a continuous stream of lethal fire into the advancing mercenaries. He was screaming orders to his men, his voice an absolute force of nature that rose above the sound of the artillery. He was fighting with an unhinged, animalistic savagery, driven entirely by the desperate need to clear a path to the residential wing to find me.

The woman who had, despite all reason, ensnared my heart. Stepping outside my quarters, I was immediately greeted by the quiet murmur of my pack, their collective grief a palpable presence in the air. I moved among them, my gaze falling on the fresh graves that marred the earth. This was the aftermath of our battle, the irreversible result of an age-old feud. I couldn’t shake the weight of their accusing eyes - they blamed me for bringing a hunter into our midst, the very embodiment of the enemy that had cost us so much.

Alarick liked to give those Southerners to one of his men, warriors tended to like those pretty Gythaeans, and it was amusing to see them trying to escape the clutches of a Maudian. Some of them ended up liking it, but usually it scared them so bad they either broke or ran away to spread nasty rumors about Maud. Good. He didn’t like to look soft. He called the small party of soldiers he’d chose to patrol with him, and headed back to the fortress. His fortress. His castle and his frontiers. His territory. His grandfather was the first barbarian to challenge the old tribe and create an actual empire. Some followed willingly but it took them years to convince the rest of the old tribe to join t

And that’s what they turned me into. A cold heart, selfless, she’ll. That's why they all have to burn, they have to suffer for the deeds of their precious king. They have to pay. I sit back on my broom and watch as my warriors wreck havoc on a very large pack in the north of America. Hillside pack. My warriors are strong, strong enough to take on anything and anyone that comes their way. But I’m not sure if they're ready to face the precious princess Willow.

Taking advantage of Travis's momentary lapse due to exhaustion from their previous activities, Luna strikes back. Luna finally manages to wound Travis's body, even though her strike misses its intended mark on Travis's chest and ends up hitting his shoulder. Despite this, the wound is deep enough to make Travis grimace in pain, blood quickly staining his chest. What proves lucky for Luna is that Travis had forgotten to lock the door to the room Luna occupied.

That hit hard. "I am eighteen, I can fight him, don't worry." I assured her. I am a warrior, that too trained by the best. I am confident that I can defeat him. I don't intend on killing him nor want to be head of her tribe. This will just be just for claiming my mate. Aroha is mine and no Tane can come in between. "But…" she tried to say something but bro held his palm at her.

I love you. *I love you too. Come back to me,*Aria sent back. The battle raged for two hours. To Aria, trapped underground, it felt like days. Finally, the all-clear signal came through the bonds. But the relief was tempered by the overwhelming sense of loss. When they emerged, the sight that greeted them was devastating. The eastern border was destroyed, trees knocked down, earth scorched. And everywhere, blood. Aria immediately shifted into healer mode, pushing down her horror to focus on the wounded. There were twelve seriously injured warriors, including two who might not survive. She worked alongside Elena and Catherine, stitching wounds, setting bones, doing everything they could to sa

I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

calm lunatic. The other one looked a lot like him, more than the rest. He had almost black hair with the same dark brown eyes as Tony and big intimidating man. I could tell he was making snarky comments during their "argument". He had a bunch of tattoos popping out of his dark clothing but it was nowhere near as many as Tony. I'm calling him... smartass. I don't even know why considering I haven't talked to him. I just am.