I'll Be The Warrior's Mother Novels & Stories

"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?"

He lifted the protective helmet into the air before turning toward me. “Lisa.” His voice was softer now. I raised my eyes to his. “I know you're probably overwhelmed,” he said. “But I'm counting on you.” Something inside me melted. Nyra teased. ‘That's so sweet’ Kael stepped closer. “And I know you won't fail. You're going to prove to everyone that you're capable of this. You deserve to stand among the highly skilled warriors.” His words settled deep inside me. Then, without warning, a memory of my mother hit me.

It's impossible that I really separated from them, right? "Sara." A female voice sounded from the fog and Sara's eyes broadened listening to it. A figure moved through the fog toward her position. Little by little, its features became clear. Large icy-blue eyes, thin eyebrows, long black hair, it was a face that he remembered perfectly. "Sara, you've become strong my child." Her mother appeared in front of her, her expression was one of pain and bloody tears fell from her eyes. "Mother." As her emotions were stirred, her mind became hazy and she unconsciously answered her.

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.

“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.”

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.”

“My parents said that Vessa was doing it as a form of physical therapy. I believed them.” Mom sighed, “They treated you like a mushroom, Iva. They kept you in the dark and fed you crap. Once you all return from the trip, I will also help you.” “Yeah, mom’s the best. She used to be the only female lead warrior across any of the regions before she met Dad.” I said proudly. “Gee, thanks.” I heard my dad grumble, and Mom chuckled. “My king, you are the very best. You know that.” Mom said, smiling, and took his hand.

She makes me believe God exists because something as beautiful as her can only be created by a god. “Do you think I’m a traitor? For falling in love with you.” She asks and my heart breaks for her. I don’t want her to feel guilty about her emotions. I’m done with the apologies, with the regret, with the guilt. We deserve to love each other freely without being judged. “The best warriors are the ones who fight with their hearts.” I start talking sitting up to properly meet her gaze. “That’s what my mother used to tell me when she was still alive.” I tell her.

You want to bury her in the place from where you exiled her. He had furiously told this to his father and he hadn't tried to tell him otherwise maybe it was his guilt that made him retract. Everyone knew Aban Chaudhary, his father wasn't the one to take orders from anyone doesn't matter if it's kids. He entered the hall and saw Aliza, his mother sitting in the front, there were few women sitting around her and in front of her there was a casket. His heart dived deep into the pit of his abdomen. Pain. Feeling of loss. Started to settle in his pores.

“Do we retreat?” My mother followed her gaze. The Crimson Fang warriors were good, but everywhere I looked, it seemed as though things were going slightly wrong; missteps, faltered strikes, and a lack of coordination. I couldn’t help but think there was something wrong. My mother hadn’t had the blessing of Selene, but our warriors didn’t typically make so many mistakes. Something was different about this day, this battle. My mother nodded finally. “We’ll retreat,” she said. “Sound the call.”