Daisy Warriors Novels & Stories

Daisy gasp, she jumped over to the closet with no hesitation. After Daisy jumped out as a superhero in a comic with red neon army pants, a silk scale bomber jacket, a massive worm out belt that went around her waist down to her leg and back up to her shoulder. An all black fitted V-neck, details of snakes scales, a black bronze sword was strapped around her back. Her long black hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with her wand in between it. "Now that is battle armor, Venus you have to try this." She brought Venus over to the closet Jacinto drag her since she was still skeptical about it.

I caught her hands before she could spiral further. “Daisy,” I said, calm but firm. “You’re the daughter of the Fiato Kingdom. You faced down assassins, tamed a wolf, and outwitted your brothers when they tried to keep you from Enrique. If you can survive that, you can walk down an aisle.” That got a round of chuckles from the girls, and Daisy swatted me lightly on the arm. “You make it sound like I’m a warrior.” “You are,” I said simply. “In your own way.”

“Who is this person?” She flips to the next page. “Daisy Caldwell?” She looks up. “Daisy Caldwell where are you?” “I'm here,” I answer, raising my hand. My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe. What's happening? Did something go wrong? “Ladies and gentlemen, our Exclusive Winner of this year's Warrior Competition is Daisy Caldwell from the Brimstone Pack, with the perfect score of one hundred percent.” For a full moment, I can't move. I can’t breathe. I can’t process what I just heard.

She wore no war paint now. The mask was gone, the crescent-shaped helm that had earned her the title The Masked Alpha discarded beside her bloodied armor. Her hair fell in black waves, matted with ash, her golden eyes glowing faintly under the light of dawn. Daisy—Alpha Diana of the Twilight Pack—stood on the edge of the battlefield, watching Troy from a distance as the last embers of war turned to silence. The keep was quiet. The wounded slept. And yet her heart beat like war drums still pounded.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Daisy knew magic and had connections and knowledge about Myrrak that would be useful. Whichever way things happened, whatever came next, Nyxoria was fully prepared to face Myrrak head on. She was ready to face Lynn and her schemes. And she was ready for whatever war they decided to bring to her doorstep. She was not the same person as Liora had been. She was stronger, smarter, and she had people who truly loved her standing by her side. Tharros was with her. Dika was with her. Vyrelen and the nightweavers were with her and Tharros hasn't even released his own Nightweavers that he had frozen since this castle was built on top of it. And now even Daisy had sworn her loyalty.

Not now. \*\* Daisy’s POV Night came again. I stood outside alone, staring at the moon. Zuri was asleep in my room. Rosa had gone out to meet with the council. Dickson was patrolling. I should’ve felt peace. But I didn’t. Because inside me, the flame still burned. And I knew it would never go away. But I wasn’t scared of it anymore. I would use it. Not for war. Not for fear. But for light.

When Daisy saw the machete, her emotions broke down completely as tears rolled down her face. This was the machete she had given Baby Robbie. “Can you use another weapon if you want to fight me?” she pleaded. Baby Robbie gritted his teeth. “Are you really going to fight me?” Daisy nodded with great difficulty. “This is my promise to him." Baby Robbie said, “Okay then. Let's begin." The machete dropped as soon as he lifted his hand up. His speed was as fast as lightning. A silver light flashed in the air, and in the next moment, the machete cut into Eldest Sister’s shoulder blade.

He couldn't believe she'd tracked down their good friend Calista. "Yes! I can't be mistaken, it was her! Marcus, she's alive! Calista is alive!" Hera exclaimed. "I'm sure I'll see her again because Duncan Mills isn't that big." Hera is certain she will see Calista again. Duncan Mills University is one of the first places she intends to visit after seeing the logo printed on the shirt of the man Calista was with. Marcus was overjoyed when Hera made her announcement. It simply means that their hard work has finally paid off and that when Calista returns, they will soon achieve peace in their tribe.

“You have no idea what I am right now.” For the first time, real fear flickered across his face. Good. “You think he saved you?” Nathan suddenly looked past me toward Daisy. “He didn’t, he just claimed you first.” My entire body went still and beside us, Daisy froze completely. Nathan noticed and pushed further because men like him always mistook survival for invincibility. “She was made for breeding,” he continued quietly. “That’s all she’s ever been useful for.” Something snapped and the wall beside Nathan’s head exploded beneath my fist. Stone cracked violently and Daisy jerked backward while Nathan visibly flinched as shattered debris rained across the floor between us.