Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

“I’ve seen a lot in my years, but never have I seen anything like that. My daughter is a Lycan certified badass.” I couldn’t fight the grin that formed, even as the nurse peeled back the bandages on my shoulder, eliciting a hot wave of pain. “You think so?” “You demolished them trainers all on your own. No weapons, no nothing. Seriously kid, I’m impressed. You’ll make an incredible warrior, one of the best.”

I say "I know you have a daughter of Poseidon, a son of Athena, and a son of Ares in your group, so for the battle they will be temporarily under my command, plus one of my guards is a daughter of Gaia, which is almost as rare as a child of nyx so I'll have her join the battle as well" I say "Yes, Your Majesty," they all say "We've been training the soldiers extra hard the last couple of days, and I have been coming up with a battle plan," says General Oris

A sharp laugh ripped from me, hollow and harsh. “Punish you?” I stepped forward, eyes locked on hers. “Do you think that’s why I’m angry? That punishment would fix this?” Her lip trembled. She shook under my words. “Is that all?” I pressed, my wolf rising inside me. “Was that your only betrayal?” Her tears slid freely now. She froze, caught like prey. “When I lost my place to the true daughter, when I still tried to hold onto what we had, why did you destroy me?” My voice cracked but I kept it firm.

I screamed as crystal walls exploded outward again, sharp spikes bursting beneath soldiers and tearing through their bodies while Lucien continued fighting through the restraints locking around him, but the poison had already begun wearing down his strength as more soldiers forced themselves against him from every direction. Behind us, Rowan dragged one final soldier down with him before collapsing heavily onto the blood-soaked ground, his strength finally abandoning him as his eyes lifted weakly toward us one last time. The moment my focus shifted toward Rowan, Fenrir moved. A commander burst through the shattered crystal defenses behind me while Fenrir’s voice echoed sharply across the bat

She walked away before he could see what that did to her. She kept her chin up and her pace even all the way through the yard, past the wolves who tracked her with their eyes without turning their heads, past the gate and down the side path toward the infirmary. She was Roric Vael's daughter and she had learned to walk as if nothing touched her before she was twelve years old. She had almost made it inside when the door ahead of her opened, and the last person she wanted to see stepped out of it. He stopped when he saw her. His eyes moved over her face once, and she knew her expression hadn't quite settled back to where she wanted it. She had been a second too slow.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother, Sarah Walker, dialling my number over and over. When she got no response, she angrily threw her phone away. "Sienna's really getting out of line. She won't even pick up my calls anymore. God knows how she treats Summer when no one's watching." Seeing how worked up my mother got when she talked about me, I was glad that I was dead. I could not understand. Did I not do enough? I had already died for my sister, Summer Larson. What more did she want from me?

I see my once beautiful land filled with weeds and rocks. That night, I still remember it as if it had happened yesterday, the wounds are still fresh, even the pain. That was the night when our pack alpha's daughter, aunt Mia, went into labor. Everyone around was very happy and excited, waiting for the next heir. And then she was born, the destructor, she consumed the whole pack. She turned half of the pack into ashes.

"B- But-" I cut her off again. "No. Now leave." She nodded, continuing to cry. She was the daughter of our strongest and most loyal warrior. That's why mom chose her. I smiled again as I opened the file, seeing a picture of her. Soon, my Darling. Soon, you will be in my arms.

“Like father, like daughter.” “This is James’s legacy,” he said, his voice piercing through the silence. He swept his hand roughly, gesturing around us. "A broken kingdom. A broken Alpha. And his daughter,” His cold eyes met mine. “This quivering girl. His successor. His priceless gem.” I was about to recoil when he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me forward, pulling me over the stone floor until I was kneeling in front of him. He held me up by my hair like some prized trophy, forcing the court to look.

Our battle began in the woods. Two rogues came at me, but I fought my way through. I picked up a stick from the ground and drove it into the heart of one of them. The other tried to fight back, but Adam had shifted and used his claws to rip each one that came his way to shreds. I watched Daciana fight gracefully, dodging rogues and humans she knew were stronger. She led them to her mother like she was feeding them to a storm, and in turn, she tore their limbs and ripped the humans in half.