Broken Warrior Novels & Stories

Gusto kong magtago sakanya dahil nagmayabang pa naman ako na mas matalino ako sakanya. Sumilip ako sa gilid ni Ted at tinignan si Leonardo. I raised my brows when I saw a girl talking to him. Nakangiti ang babae at ganun din si Leonardo. "Sabi mo hindi masyadong nagsasalita yang si Leonardo? Bakit enjoy na enjoy?" Napalingon si Ted at agad ibinalik ang tingin saakin. "That girl is Morgana. ABM yan pero kahit sobrang ganda niya loyal parin ako sa pagiging pink blood"

She grabs his neck and breaks it with a snap. She was standing up, and a kick landed on her, throwing her to the ground. The warrior came to her quickly trying to throw a punch, but she quickly got up on her knees and blocked the punch that pushed the warrior to her left, throwing a few punches at her ribs. Standing up on her legs, she strikes him on his face, he tried to block them, but she was fast, and the few punches left him bloody and his vision blurred. She kicked him on the ground and broke his neck, putting an end to his life. Before she could turn around, another warrior threw her into a tree, and she heard a cracking sound of bones and a sharp pain on her right side. She tried to

On cue, Jade gave a pained whimper. “Please, help me,” Jade said, feigning injury. “I… I think I broke my leg.” “That’s not my problem,” the guard said, barely glancing at Jade. He laid down the bowl of rice gruel on the floor and turned to leave. “Wait!” Jade rushed forward and grabbed the guard’s leg. “Please… I think the wound has festered.” The guard wriggled his leg away from Jade’s grip and turned to face her. “What do you mean the wound has festered?” he said, clearly irritated. “What the hell are you—”

She was nothing, but a half corpse, still alive. For Abubakar, never had he ever lost so much control. He had always tried to maintain his anger, to keep it at the surface level, but today, Zeenah had forced him to do what he had vowed not to do, again. He had vowed never to lose control this much ever since he lost 'her' similar to this way. Why can't they just adhere to his rules and follow his command? If only they could do that, then things would've been very much easy for them.

I tried to imagine what it must have been like for him to stand beside his wife watching her trying to heal a broken soul and losing herself along the way. “I don't know what happened with you guys, I just know that all this hurt and anger she has is not from today. So, fix this shit. Fix what you did and maybe she can move on with everything else. You've been such a jerk all this time and I swear if you ever hurt her again I will end you Ethan, I swear I will end you," Tom was clinking his glass so hard that it might break. He looked at me with frightening eyes and I knew that he would keep that promise if he had to. He had always been loyal and had become a man willing to do anything for h

They fight like robots and their blood thirst is nothing like I have ever seen. No wonder all the pictures of the packs they have slaughtered looked like some wild beast devoured those people, they might as well have been. My warriors are not normal, besides the strength and skill they have it is like they feel no pain when they are in battle mode. No wonder my father always had them in front whenever he went to battle!

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

he said softly. Something in her cracked at that — the way he said it without demand or promise, just truth. They stood there for a long time, two warriors balanced between victory and ruin. Below them, the new dawn was beginning to break — faint streaks of orange cutting through the ash. The rogues would rebuild. The packs would learn to coexist or perish trying. The world would whisper her name like a ghost story — the rogue who carried royal blood, the bridge between the wild and the bound.

He was a man who had survived, but a man who had not lived. The final confrontation was a brutal, uncompromising clash of two worlds. Alessandro, a broken man who had found a new purpose, was a pawn, a symbol of a past that refused to be buried. But he was also a weapon, a final, brutal, and devastating threat. He was a man who had betrayed his brother, a man who had lost his empire, a man who had found a new reason to fight. He was a man who had a new army, a new reign of power. He was a man who was a ghost, a man who was a symbol of a life that could have been, a life that should have been.