Broken Warrior Novels & Stories

Fight: The ground was littered with bodies, some dying others no longer in this world. Arkyn had several at his feet, Blood running down both his arms, a mixture of his own and the ones he had slaughtered. Arkyn growled, becoming frustrated as he could feel members of his pack dying in the battle. Conan pushed him forward. His Anger pushed him forward.

Meanwhile, at the center of the group , a harsh battle was about to begin. The representative of the Alpha Calhoun's pack charged undisputed toward the center of the enemy troops. His rank 4 body was unmatched in that environment and he swung his greatsword freely, making a way toward their middle. Aldophus ducked while switching to his primal form, seeing the hooded cultivator getting close but Lane promptly moved in front of him. "I will handle him, don't worry young master." He spoke, fixing his gaze on the incoming warrior. The representative didn't waste time, he swung vertically his big sword toward Lane.

• Tank – Loyal only to Riko; takes pleasure in putting people “in their place.” • Knox – Rough with clients and cruel to the girls. • Red – The youngest; unpredictable, sometimes laughs at others’ pain. • All of them guard the entrances, handle unruly clients, and ensure no girl tries to run. They see everything and report anything. Built like walls—tall, broad-shouldered, with shaved heads or tight fades. Dressed in black shirts, cargo pants, and combat boots. Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door.

Josh retaliated, and eventually they were attacking each other. “Tell me, what did you mean by attacking Claire?” Arsen demanded, blocking Josh’s fist as it swung toward him. “You want to know?” Josh kicked Arsen in the stomach, causing him to double over. “One day, you’ll find out why that girl deserves to be beaten—even killed if necessary. She’s not someone who deserves pity.” “What do you mean? Answer me now!” Arsen snapped, parrying Josh’s attack, then punching the young man’s jaw repeatedly and shoving him against the wall. Their eyes locked in a fierce stare, both panting heavily, ready to attack each other again.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

Laurier seethed and kicked the man in his stomach making him groan. “Look at these bastards. They joined the battalion along with the new batch with a motive to kill our men one by one. Bastards.” Laurier twisted the other man’s arm and he howled in pain. Raelynn recognized who he was as she knew all the knights in her battalion.

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

He had gone to get another drink. "Give my girl back to me," he threatened Kabir. "Give me that, drink." Kabir took the wine glass from Ahmed's hand. "What the fuck, Kabir." Waniya feigned hurt. "I'm worth one glass of wine only." "You stepped so many times on my shoes. My feet are practically hurt now. I have no energy to go to the bar. I'm just going to crash over here." He pointed to the sofa aligned by the side.

I braced myself, feet rooted in the earthy floor of the clearing, as he launched forward like a force of nature unleashed. His dedication to the North pack, unyielding and fierce, fueled his fury. With every strike, his muscles flexed, pronounced under the moonlight-a warrior sculpted by endless battles. Scars adorned his skin, rugged and raw, each one a grim chapter of survival written across his flesh. Thorne was not merely a fighter; he was a testament to the North's relentless spirit.