Brokenstar Warriors Novels & Stories

Her companions fought on, their voices a distant anchor—Kade’s roar, Selene’s chants, Lucas’s curses, Bryan’s quiet encouragement. “You cannot break what is eternal,” Arachne said, raising a hand. The warriors surged, overwhelming the group. Kade stumbled, blood dripping from a wound. Selene’s light flickered out, her form collapsing. Lucas screamed, pinned by a warrior’s blade. Bryan’s spectral form wavered, his strength spent.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

But when the warrior gave a single nod, I felt a weight lift from my chest. Another warrior spoke up, this one with a scar running down his jaw. “Do you know what you’re asking of this pack? What we’re supposed to believe? That you, an ex-Luna, can stand among us without being a danger? That you’re not still loyal to Silvercrest?”

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll u

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

Lisa smiled brightly when she got the order from the control room, "Implement plan burn and destroy." The troops below her all screamed in excitement, the sky lip up as mana weapons got pulled out of their sheaths and activated in a glow of mana. The roars and squeals of remnant spirits matched those of the energy beast horde. A massive slaughter took place as a horde of Thorium Relm remnant spirits rampaged in a horde of platinum and gold ranks. Lisa and her raid team stood in the air above the battlefield, watching with wide eyes for any changes.

“We seed panic on two fronts. Hanlon thinks the wolves are at his door, Vesnik’s empire starts cracking from the inside... And Riko’s crew? They’ll start wondering who’s really pulling the strings.” Morgan exhaled, already bracing for the chaos to come. “Jesus. Remind me never to play chess with you.” Reyes didn’t smile. “It’s not chess, Morgan.” He stared at the board again. “It’s war.” … The dim glow of a streetlamp flickered over Beckett’s hunched figure as he stood beside a rundown phone booth off Farrow Street—out of sight, out of comfort, and far from any patrol routes. The burner phone in his hand felt heavier than it should’ve. Reyes had given it to him an hour ago with just four wor

claws, and fangs. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and the sound of screams and snarls filled the air. Our pack's warriors fought valiantly, taking down the masked strangers one by one. But the strangers seemed endless, and they kept coming at us with a ferocity that was both impressive and terrifying. Despite being outnumbered, our warriors held their ground, fighting with every ounce of strength they had. I saw one of our warriors, a young woman named Akira, take down three strangers with swift kicks and slashes of her claws. Another warrior, named Thane, used his massive strength to overpower several strangers, sending them flying across the battlefield. As the fight

Beta Lyra said with a gentle smile as she accepted our ID cards and the three driver’s licenses of the three warriors. We got into the car. Then the three warriors drove their cars. Alaric lay down on the car seat. I sat next to Alaric. Beta Lyra sat behind me with a warrior. Alaric seemed comfortable. He didn't cry. He only opened his eyes for a few minutes as the car drove away from the River Oval Pack. A feeling of sadness hit me. There were no warriors from my pack guarding the border. The reason was simply because the Mountain Volcano Pack was a small pack.