Lady Warrior's Wrath On Divorce Day Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was answer enough. She looked around at the faces—tired, beaten, but not broken. Her gaze returned to Aila, watching with wide, hopeful eyes. Something stirred in her chest. That same fire that rose when Derek tried to silence her. When others underestimated her. “I’m not your Luna,” Diva said, her voice steady. “But I am a warrior. And I don’t run from injustice.” A beat passed. Then another. A lone howl broke the stillness. Then another.

Roman standing up, gave her a harsh punishment, one I didn't have control over. And when I looked at the lady, I saw she cried for the first time, pissing me off. How and why would Xylah manipulate the innocent one? and what's is her big move.

"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.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Jerrod shouts somewhere in the crowd, but Aviva is snarling like the wild animal she is. “Fuck you, Ryan! You fucking prick! You were dead! You were fucking dead!” Her voice breaks around the heartache in her tone, but she continues to struggle against the hold of the warriors. My wife is the strongest person in the room, and she’s livid. Mad at me, actually. My mouth ticks into a smile as she’s lost in the crowd, but she screams in frustration, and I hear the tail-tell sound of flesh meeting flesh, then a grunt of pain I imagine came from her fist meeting the jaw of one of the warriors tasked with subduing her.

I pressed, but the warrior remained silent. "If you won't do it, then I will," I declared, moving to prepare the grounds myself. But he blocked my path once more. "I can't let you, my lady," he insisted, his voice strained. Ama's presence surged within me, urging action. Partially shifting, I lifted the warrior effortlessly, my anger giving me strength. It felt right in the moment, a release for my pent-up frustration.

I stride over, barely containing my bubbling rage. She laughs, a sharp, cutting sound. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart. I’m simply reclaiming what’s mine.” A firm slap hit her face, sending her gracelessly. “What’s yours?” I snap. “You're just the other woman. You abandoned Vince all those years ago, and now you shamelessly interfere in his marriage. All you do is steal from me—steal my husband, my achievements. A thief!” Darci’s beautiful face twisted up and she began to scream. Vince suddenly opened the door and rushed towards us angrily.

Vasilia winced and then strolled up to Warren and slapped him, "Silence, when I am queen, the name will be outlawed." "Pffft," Warren laughed, "I played hockey. You'll have to do better than that to make me listen," he spat at her feet. Vasilia sneered and pointed to a soldier, "You there, pistol whip my future husband. He needs to learn a happy wife will lead to a happier life." There was something familiar about the soldier who approached Warren. He hesitated to hit Warren and whispered, "I'm sorry," Before he drove the but of the rifle down.

She stomped hard, her hands trembling. She spun around in fury and glared at the door where Petra and Oscar had vanished. Her breathing quickened, every inhale filled with hatred. Then she snatched her phone from her bag and dialed sharply. "Hello. Get more people here," she ordered. Her tone was sharp like a knife. "She's still clinging to Pete even after the divorce. I'll make her regret it today." Outside the club, the cold evening wind brushed against Petra's face. The winter air carried a chilling bite that made passing guests tighten their coats as they hurried toward their waiting cars.

How is that appropriate for a fiancée? She continued, her voice hardening, "I warned you not to do anything foolish. You ignored me. You still brought him here and damaged our property. Let me be clear. The two of you could work for the rest of your lives and still not repay what you've cost us." My mother had been raised in an elite family and never softened her words for anyone she deemed beneath her. Sylvia had always feared that sharp tongue. Now she could only stand there, sobbing in strained silence.