I'll Be The Warrior Mother Novels & Stories

We were all in the family dining hall when i told everyone about the warrior goddess that visited me, i told them everything that she had told me, Down to the point that i had to be the one to kill him, i just had to figure out how to do it, i knew what was going to happen, my parents growled with anger, my mother screamed, “HOW DARE THAT MOTHER FU*KER THREATEN OUR NEW BORN CHILD!” My father had to calm her down, she has healed from the birth but she had to get her strength back, she was doing it, but she still has some days to get fully strong again, but her anger flared up, and we all felt it, “Mom, it's okay. He will be protected. I don't know by who. but he will be protected. This i prom

My mother brushed me off without so much as a glance in my direction. Unable to contain myself, I marched myself to stand between my mother and the Alpha King. “No. Now is the perfect time. I am not a child anymore. Just because I am pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t still be a warrior. I have known many women that were pregnant but still the best warriors in their pack.”

"Today's news: Alpha Doris Albert announces her imminent return to the public eye..." I noticed that my mother-in-law, the former Luna Mara, had her gaze fixed on the masked woman on the screen. This momentarily silenced the words of humiliation she had intended for me. No one would have imagined that the terrifying Warrior Goddess on the television was now standing in a dirty kitchen, preparing a third-anniversary dinner for her husband and his mistress. I sarcastically chuckled, and Mara's voice grew angrier once again. "Ohh, what are you laughing at? You're dreaming for the moon here! Do you think that just because you share the same name as the pack goddess, you're both the same person?"

Warriors. Alliance warriors. Her mother stumbled but continued to run. She concealed herself behind a fallen log and whispered against baby Aria’s forehead, her voice trembling yet filled with affection. “I’m so sorry, my little moonlight. They fear what you are. But one day… you will rise.” Aria felt her legs weaken. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. A shadow sprang into view—a hooded warrior. Her mother turned, claws bared, defending her child with every ounce of strength she had left.

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

I may not yet be a good fighter, but I realize that I have the heart of a great warrior. “If that’s your definition of being a warrior, then I am more suitable than you are since my father was the old Beta and leader of the training of all warriors of Mystic Moon, and my mother, in case you didn’t know, was the first leader of the female team of Moonlight Warriors. The blood of two great warriors runs in my veins. As for being a good fighter, I am currently working on that. And since I have the blood of two great warriors, I am built to learn fast. Oh, and Kathy could also tell you that.” I heard a snicker behind me, and I didn’t need to look to know it was Mika.

I asked, because I needed to know where she was in this. My mother’s eyes flashed. “I was there,” she said, offended by the question. “I fought too.” She wiped her cheeks with shaking hands. “Ingrid fought,” she added. “Warriors fought. But we were no match for those things.” My stomach twisted. No match. Vandwood’s Alpha. Vandwood’s Luna. Warriors. Elders. Wolves. No match. My mother’s voice dropped. “They weren’t like us,” she whispered. “They were… something else.”

Our warriors engaged in training exercises, honing their skills and preparing for the possibility of future confrontations. Eden threw himself into the training with an enthusiasm that was infectious. He soaked up every lesson, learning from our seasoned warriors and practicing alongside them. I watched with pride as he sparred with older fighters, his determination shining through in every move. "I want to be the best, Mom," he declared one afternoon, his eyes alight with ambition. "I want to protect our pack and make you proud." "You already make me proud, sweetheart," I replied, my heart swelling. "Just remember that being a true warrior is not just about strength; it's also about heart,

“There’s no way she could have bonded with that Lycan prince. He’s not her mate.” “She looked pretty comfortable with him,” my mother said, her voice like ice. And that broke something inside me. “Then I’ll drag her away if I have to,” I whispered. “I’ll remind her who she is. Who we are.” The room fell deathly still. “You’d risk war?” my mother said, voice deadly low. “You’d sacrifice your warriors for one girl?” I looked at her and spoke with the clearest conviction I’d ever had in my life.

Let it warm me, protect me from the cold shadows pressing in. And I would prepare. Because this wasn’t just about Jonathan anymore. This was about war. And I wasn’t fighting for myself now. I was fighting for something far more precious. I placed a hand over my belly, eyes narrowed, my reflection in the window no longer fragile. It was fierce. I was no longer just a woman caught in someone else’s war. I was a mother. And I was ready to burn the world down to keep my child safe.