Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

The white robe striking against her skin. “I have heard that you also appreciate dance.” She says plainly, her smile betraying her cutting remark. “I do as is demanded of me by my Alpha, your grace.” I reply, tiring of this conversation. “What is your name?” She asks. “Ceres.” I reply. “Ah, the Goddess of the harvest and motherhood. I was told you were of the Harvest Moon pack. Generally, only Alphas name their daughters after the ancient Gods and Goddesses. Are you not a lady’s maid?” She questions.

Because if he died out there while I stayed safe stitching wounds, I’d never forgive myself. Wasn't that my mission? To kill him? But I'm insane now. I leaned low over the mare’s neck, wind tearing at my hair, and rode straight into the smoke. Toward the war. Let him try to send me back. I was Nyra of Blood Moon, the best warrior is coming to help the man she wasn’t supposed to love. Halfway to the stables, a young warrior intercepted me, breathless, soot still on his face from the fires.

[Allan Carter, Deputy Captain. On March 17, 2006, he gave his life in the cross-border narcotics interdiction mission codenamed 'Broken Blade.' He was twenty-eight years old.] The cemetery caretaker—an old veteran—led me to the third row, the seventh headstone. His weathered fingers brushed the dust off the stone surface. "Right here. You're his daughter?" "Yes." He crouched down and pulled out the weeds growing in front of the grave.

She left with a few of his warriors and as they drove away, she was planning how to make sure that she was the only one standing at the end of this battle. As Phoenix was about to mindlink Gael of her exact whereabouts she heard a blood curdling scream. She looked in the direction it came from to see two brutes separating a mother and young daughter. The child couldn’t have been 11 or 12 at best. One of the huge warriors laughed as the mother fought hard to go to the child. “Hey bitch, you’d better have this same energy when I take you again, or I’ll do you while watching him take your daughter. The little girl screams.

I said with a low guttural sound from my throat. Sianna was eating the sandwiches. I mind-linked my troops to bring his daughter in. They had tracked her on the pack grounds and found her. When they entered the room she appeared with slight bruises and frizzy hair indicating that there was a fight. Each warrior gripped her arms tightly. She staggered a little but stood her ground. Her father scanned her appearance with questioning eyes. “The warriors were rough.” Gail accused.

Over time, Morrigan noticed that he started clapping for her when she won during their tournaments. Morrigan found a friend in Kaya, the warrior she had beaten on the first day of training, born out of their desire to improve. Kaya is the eldest daughter of one of the previous Bests, being a term for the best warrior in the pack. Her father had been able to hold that title for five years–a few years longer than anyone else ever has. Kaya doesn’t disappoint, working day in and day out with Morrigan to improve.

The warriors were dressed in uniforms, and each of their blades had one thing in common, “A silver moon crest.” “If you're just going to stand there and watch, move away. You're not needed here.” A soft voice flowed into my ears, both soothing and calming. I raised a brow and directed my gaze towards her, “Then you're also not needed here.” I shrugged, checking out her appearance. She looked frail, weak, her raven black hair flowing down her waist. Obviously, she was here to watch the warriors fight as well. Her lips curled up in a heartwarming smile, and I felt a fluttery feeling in my chest, “I am the Alpha's daughter. Don't you think it's my duty to watch them?”

she growled and walked away. She felt light. She's the most powerful female warrior in the pack. No one dares her, not even the male warriors. Only to Alpha Kasper can her sword drop. “Curse, curse be upon you and your offspring forever, curse curse” the healer kept howling out curses on Chelsea but she cared nothing about the vain words she was uttering. Pack members all rushed out, all cladded with swords at hand. When they saw Chelsea, the daughter of Beta, the best female warrior, no one could stop her or say a word.