Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

I leapt through the air and over his warriors that were surrounding the house and I could feel them all jump up underneath me and try to take a piece out of me. But as I was crashing through the side of the house I heard those warriors outside start yelping and whimpering as Ethan and his men were wiping them out. My father and his Beta had run to the other side of the living room. I looked around the room. In the house that I grew up in. And it didn’t even feel like home anymore. I knew that this wasn’t my home anymore.

She snarls. Sometimes I love her determination. Little does she know, determination is not enough to win against me. In my world, you do not have a chance if you are afraid to get your hands dirty. I played a game to trap her and she, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to be nasty. That is where I won and she lost her precious daughter. Our daughter. “Good luck. I will wait for your move,” I say and get inside my car.

A tart was shut at her and she screamed in outrage before she went unconscious. “I think I know who that banshee is. She is the adopted teenage daughter of the maestro of one of the covens. Real piece of work, that one is. I heard he screwed his beloved over and married her best friend. Typical BS but his beloved is injured beyond a healing point because of what he did,” one of the pack warriors said to me and I felt myself get irritated on behalf of the woman that was wronged. It's probably why her daughter is a brat.

Her eyes opened fully. She saw his face. Her father. Gideon Hale. Marching toward her. She screamed. The entire diner turned to look. She clawed at Dean, shaking, trying to hide in his arms. “That is my daughter. Hand her over!” Gideon shouted. “She is a grown woman who does not want to go anywhere with you,” Dean snapped back. “Sit down and eat your food.” “She is an Omega. A runt. She belongs to us,” Gideon growled.

I'm with Allegra in the throne room, I think she wants to see you 'I'll be there August' He gave his mother a slight hug and whispered. "I have to see someone now" "Is it true you found your mate?" "Fvcking gossips in Baridoki. Yes, you'll meet her soon" "Cain's banished daughter" "She's a good person, Mom" "I never said she was bad. She was bad actually in a good way, I saw the way she took on men on the battlefield, leading the wolves to fight. I don't know what to say"

This knife, found among my mother’s possessions, belonged to the Sun Warriors leader. I am the daughter of the feared leader of the Sun Warriors. I am the daughter of the woman who killed Owen’s mother.

Emotion lacked from my voice as I spoke of the son. "And the girl?" He asked through gritted teeth. I looked away from him, turning my back on him as I walked away a few steps. The wound I have buried deep down long long ago, rose to the surface. Burning my chest as if it happened yesterday. "Sonja. She was the kings disgraced daughter. Fought like a warrior, she had the mind of her father. But her heart was soft, gentle..kind" I breathed. Angel listened to me remaining silent as I told him about her.

It was a woman, and the moment his eyes fell upon her, an icy dread settled in his stomach. “Serena,” he breathed recognition hitting him like a tidal wave. She was the daughter of Alpha Galen of the Ravenwood Pack, a name he had heard whispered in both admiration and envy. Known for her strength and beauty, she was a force in her own right. But now, as he looked at her fragile form, he could hardly reconcile the image of the fierce warrior with the broken woman before him.

She wanted to speak to her before she left for the kingdom of Volar. What she did not know was that, just like her, her Master, Kristoff was also staring at his daughter and the Lord. His fists were clenched and the veins on his forehead were about to burst out in anger. He had never been this vexed and bound and it was all because of the wicked king. He could only watch as the Lord snatched his beloved daughter from him and chained her in this forlorn relationship. Kristoff punched his hand at the wall and his hand started to bleed due to the force he had exerted. However, he did not care. The pain and agony his daughter was going to undergo in the future was more than the mere pain from hi

Her voice was soft and sweet, melting one’s heart, “My daddy says that if a bad person tries to bully others, they can’t become the victim just because they get bullied back. A bad person is always bad, even if someone bullies them, they’re still bad!” Esther: “...” So sharp-witted at such a young age. No wonder she was Evander’s daughter—she should have realized this earlier! A little girl with bodyguards going out like this was rare in all of City A. With that look... only a man like Evander could have fathered her. But... Which woman was so lucky to have such an adorable daughter with a man like that! For some reason, just thinking about it made Esther’s heart ache in a quiet, broken way.