Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Please. Just show me, and we can make sense of this together." But there was no making sense of this. There was only the truth that would destroy everything. My hands moved to my sleeve, trembling. This was it. The moment everything ended. The fabric slid down, exposing the crescent scar burned into my skin. Kael stared at it, confusion giving way to recognition, recognition giving way to horror. "No," he breathed. "That mark. It cannot be." "It is," Vera said softly behind him. "The Grayfang crest. She is one of them, Kael. The daughter of the Alphas your father kil

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

I could see everyone fled the area from sheer panic while others just stared in total shock. "Dad!" I cried again. My father punched one of the remaining robbers and pushed through the wind towards me, but this time, he was blown ten feet into the air and fell back onto a tent's roof. I heard myself screaming from a flaring pain. It was as if my body was swimming in a river of flame. Tears burst from my eyes. Within seconds, I actually watched my fingers disintegrated into golden energy dust. It drifted like wind-blown sand towards the sky. Other parts of me followed like burning ash. Then my mind was engulfed in darkness.

I'd go to the end of the fucking world for her, she just doesn't know the extent of my love for her. "Sweet Karen," I called softly and gently held her shaking shoulders as she buried her head in my neck and cried. Running my hand slowly up and down her back, I coo to her softly, whispering sweet words to her to calm her down. "I can't believe that after everything we went through together they chose to believe him. Of all people, they chose him over their own daughter," she said, her voice hoarse from crying. "It's really disappointing, I agree. They had no right to cut you off like that. Anyone can see that Jason is a liar from Plateau State," I whispered in her ear while giving her warm c

I threw him aside as if he were made of straw, my new strength terrifying even to myself. "She’s shifted!" one of the Silver Moon warriors screamed, his voice cracking with terror. "The reject! She’s... she’s a monster!" "No," Eryx growled, decapitating a warrior who tried to get close to me. "She’s your reckoning." We fought through the clearing, a dance of blood and obsidian. My father, who had been traveling in a covered wagon under Kael's protection, watched from the slats, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and awe. He was seeing the daughter he had failed finally become the warrior he never was.

He made her lean against himself and then brought forth a vial from his pocket. " Here. Drink up. You will need your strength. " Kiara kept staring at his face and he spent a couple of seconds looking at her quivering lips and eyes. " It's not just the Dark Mages, Kiara... those kids are being chased by the Watchers as well. And soon enough the Chemorian Tribes will join this madness. Your daughter will need you. You cannot leave her alone. " Yvonne fed her drops from the vial as Kiara kept looking at him with questions splashing in her eyes.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

"Strong, beautiful, an Alpha's daughter. She fought on the front lines while that woman sat at home doing paperwork." "Harrison deserves someone who matches him. Not a rogue who can't even shift." My steps slowed. I should have kept going. "Don't say that." The voice was younger. Smaller. I knew it before I placed the name. Maya. One of the Pack's kept rogues — or rather, the daughter of one, which in most Packs amounted to the same thing. I'd pulled her out of a few ugly situations over the past eighteen months. Nothing dramatic — a word here, a look there. Enough that she'd started leaving an extra cup of coffee outside my door on bad mornings.

"Hm… alright, but next time go with one of your friends or boyfriend… Not everyone would be a gentleman like me..." As soon as I finished, I saw her going red with fury. Something irked her so bad that she burst in anger and said things without any fear and even dared to question me in such a way. After she said enough, she left the place. But, I had an amusing smile on my lips as I watched the girl going away, muttering things all the way. Nobody dares to say anything against me as I am the alpha, not just any alpha. But the strongest aloha alive… And for humans, they know how dangerous I can be as a ruthless billionaire. So everyone fears me. And I am used to enjoying it. But, a mere human

Her arm wrapped around me, palm gently patting my back — the same gesture she'd used when I first learned what our family truly was. "My daughter," she murmured, her voice calm and composed, "she didn't take anything that was truly yours." I shook my head. "You don't understand—" "She took nothing," she repeated firmly. "You are still Nancy DeLuca — the sole heir to this empire. No one — not that ungrateful foster child, not those blind fools — can take away the power in your blood or the dominion that awaits you." Her words didn't chase away the chill in my heart, but they steadied my pulse.