Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

If he knew who he was against he probably wouldn't be saying all of these, for he was one of the few warriors that was against my banishment, being a very close friend and ally to my Father. "This is no time for talks and all, Elder Thompson." Rowan said, anger etched in his voice as he walked towards the old werewolf, his loyal warriors backing him up. "Now you listen and listen carefully, Elder Thompson, this should be the very last time you'd come against my direct orders, is that clear?" Waiting for no reply, he turned towards the other warriors. "Today we shall go to the long awaited battle and we shall come out victorious. Who's with me?" Rowan cried. All the warriors raised their claw

Celine, is not an ordinary werewolf. She is constantly locked away and hidden and eventually sold. When the pack that buys her kidnaps the prince, Celine finally finds her escape. She uncovers that she does have a wolf, but it was shielded with magic, and not only that but she's a hybrid. The king and prince feel like there is more to her. There's constantly a strong sense of magic, and enchantment around her. King Sebastian is shocked to find out she is his mate, and vows to protect her, only that becomes hard when they uncover, Celine is in fact the missing Queen Goddess. She's not just a werewolf, but a fae, mermaid and everything else combined into one. That though isn't Sebast

She snorts with anger. “Yes, they were duped, mistreated, and returned to Mahji as an empty vessel of their former selves. Unfortunately, a long and lonely death befell these beautiful and once innocent females.” Grief drips from my words as I speak. “When my birthlings finally became aware of what was going on, my father started a war. Dream Guardians are meant to keep your night terrors away, not create them. Reptile warriors are like galactic bounty hunters for the universe, heavens, and stars.” I scrub a hand over my face. “They swore to protect, defend, and safeguard the Cosmo, not entice or partake in unlawful activities. The Dark Oracle is a fallen Light Oracle.”

There are bows and arrows, spears, swords, daggers, axes, and slingshots. In order to prevent greediness from entering their hearts, the Gods made them imperfect unlike the four siblings. Almost half of the orphans already mastered their weapons, some are not. Those who are not yet good at it are much wiser than the others. Though it's rare for a certain defender to be both wise and strong, some of them manage to have it both.

Orso doesn’t tolerate weakness so the weak wolves are treated like slaves. I worked hard for my position in the pack. Once 18 I could finally be a pack warrior instead of the odd jobs we orphans are given. Orso does it this way because the majority of the orphans are kids whose parents were pack warriors and had died in a battle, or whose parents lost a challenge to raise their position in the pack. He says that they’re no better than those that were weak enough to die so maybe they’ll get stronger through hard labour.

even full-blown wars. As a Goldman, her family had been members of the Moondale Wanderers since the start. Since the day they had decided to disguise their pack identities as football teams to stay under the human's radar. Their closest allies were the Forestside Rangers—a pack living in a village 90 miles away. Around 50 miles in the opposite direction were the Wolfvalley Warriors... their biggest rivals. The Wolfvalley Warriors outnumbered them 3 to one, but despite their superior numbers, had lost badly during their last attack. Theon had destroyed them, tearing their greatest fighters to shreds. He was the only thing keeping them safe, and deep down, they had all known it all along.

I asked softly as my fingers went instinctively up to touch the piece of jewelry around my neck. His eyes softened as he sighed. “You have chosen a different path by marking the Lycan King and can no longer be the Warrior Goddess that you were meant to become,” he stated plainly and I gasped. “What?! But I want to become that!” Shrugging, he growled, “It's too late. Warriors are mateless, and I know that your mother explained that to you.” Devastated beyond words I lowered my eyes to my shaking hands and clenched my teeth.

Silence enveloped the battlefield. Everyone was staring at Orin—the warriors from the Sunstone Dominion, the Ironhold warriors, healers, the wounded. No one moved. No one breathed. Orin lifted his head and roared again. This sound was a mix of victory, grief, and fury. The warriors from the West broke and fled through the shattered gate, their courage along with their pride shattered. Orin chased them down, his massive black form disappearing through the gate. I could hear his roars, the screams of the dying, the sound of a broken army in retreat.