I'll Be The Warrior Mother Novels & Stories

He was huge, with a scar that ran from his ear to his chin. “Out,” I said. I stepped in front of my mother. I felt small, but I didn’t move. “We’re leaving.” “Caius said nobody leaves,” the warrior on the left said. He looked bored. “Orders are orders.” “She isn’t pack leadership,” I said, my voice cracking. I pointed at my mother. “She isn’t a warrior. She’s never hurt anyone. Look at her. There’s no reason to keep her here. Let her go.”

“She was in labor, giving birth to me. Then they were here, in the Iron Fang lands, arguing about who’d face Kasamaan. She went, Hunter stayed… but he followed her. She was betrayed, stabbed by her friend. She was so close to stopping him, but she was dying. Hunter attacked him, hurt him, but she… she teleported them away to save him. For me.”The warriors stood around us, their faces grim, and Jace spoke, his voice low. “Your mother was a warrior. So are you.”I nodded, my throat tight, and looked at Darius. “There’s more here,” I said, my voice steadying. “The runes… they’re showing me her life, her fight. We need to go back to the pack, it's getting late.”

She simply stood beside me, her gaze sweeping over the thriving garden, a subtle look of surprise flitting across her face as she took in the palpable atmosphere of peace. "You are worried," she said, her voice a low, quiet murmur that held no hint of judgment. "You are worried that the world will see you not as a warrior, but as a mother, and that they will see that as a weakness." "Is it a weakness, Mother?" I asked, the words a quiet, raw confession. "The world has always seen power as strength. I have fought and bled and won a war. But... I'm a mother now. I'm a nurturer. My power is for a different kind of war. A war for peace."

“But tell the world this Queens don’t hunt their heirs. They raise them.” She smiled in a mirror of Bianca’s own. And then, as the broadcast faded to static, a new message burned across every screen in blood-red text: THE MOTHER OF WAR HAS FALLEN. LONG LIVE THE DAUGHTER OF FIRE.

ASHLEY “Isn't that great?” My mother gripped my hand, squeezing it. She offered me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. “He's one of the strongest in the pack house, and he's going to protect you.” Her voice dripped with a sweetness that I found irritating. But that was what brought me to reality. The horrible reality that I was in. “Our Ashley is going to be a warrior's wife, and I am so thrilled–”

My mother easily disintegrates it and sends ice spears at the warlock, striking him dead. ‘Irena?’ ‘Let’s go help her. I won’t last as long but we can help shield her.’ I race towards my mother and help the warriors protect her. “Katerina! You should be in a safe room,” my mother yells as she goes back to controlling the fire. “You need help!”

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

They crumble to ash mid-run. He grins over his shoulder. “The bloodlust? Turns into a savage sex drive. I plan on tearing that perfect little ass up.” Then he smacks said ass and dives back into battle. Gods, I love being mated. TRAITOR! Menhit—the Egyptian minor goddess of war—screams from across the field. She launches herself over a corpse, an ankh raised high. I summon a spear mid-air and drive it through her gut without blinking. I look around the battlefield.

But she was weak… too weak. More warriors arrived… Damien, Caleb, Eli. Their snarls filled the air as they tore through the rogues, driving them back. The battle ended, but the damage was done. My mother collapsed, her breathing ragged. I crawled toward her, my tiny hands shaking. “Mama?” She tried to smile, but it was weak. “You’re… safe,” she whispered before coughing violently. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips. “No, no, no,” I sobbed, shaking her. “Mama, don’t leave!”

She was dragging her feet. Pomelia was forced to face War and she continued to look down, twisting her trembling mouth to the side. "When mates are close to one another they secrete a certain scent. You both are secreting something different. You two are mates." "I am capable of taking care of you," War consoled her as his mate silently cried. What was he supposed to do? He couldn't reject her. He needed her... "I am...I'm sure you can W-War...I just want to serve the goddess, I don't want to be with a man," she sniffled as Warren frowned. Well, he definitely wanted to be with a woman, specifically her.