Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

Unfortunately she did it already and was pressed against the door while she marveled at the house she would be living in. "You like it?" He questioned as he immediately began to growl, scenting the presence of other males. His hand went to her shoulder pulling her into him, as a group of males approached them. War immediately identified the group of four. More men who were deemed 'warriors' like him and Trent, but much younger. In reality they were just contracted killers...lower levels. Tier 3 killers and hunters. Trent and War were level 1, able to track and kill down most rogues that elite lycans wanted dead. That was how their pack made money, supported their young and paid the bills on

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Amid the wreckage, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of deserters and rebel vampires — teetered on the brink of collapse. In a makeshift bunker beneath the Abyss District, Evelyn entered the underground war room. Faces that had once been allies now wore suspicion. Adrian, former Delta-7 commander, the man who had once saved her from the Council. Lyra Voss, pure-blood renegade, who had sworn loyalty to Lucien. The rest were warriors — half-human, half-monster — who had once believed they could change the world. The air was heavy with silence. On the table lay a map of Valenfort, marked with countless red symbols — zones already seized by Seraphim.

“And he will own your entire kingdom by the time he’s done with you.” The warrior grabbed his sword, I lifted my gun, but before I could fire, he fell forward onto his own sword, stabbing himself in the heart. To my utter dismay, the rest of the warriors followed suit. Falling on their own swords, dying in the name of their Alpha. “What the hell is going on here?” Jaeger asked. “Fuck!” I cursed. “Fuck it all to the deepest pits of Motherless hell.” I knelt next to one of the girls and broke her shackles. “Do you know where Orion is?”

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

Some even turn to flee. “Now!” Mist roars. With cries of war and righteous fury, we charge. Tomas, Zoe, Kaia, and Micah tear through the enemy—claws slashing, bodies flying. Zoe’s warriors fight as one seamless force, cutting through demons like they were made for it. Kaia moves like a dancer—graceful, precise, lethal. It’s hypnotic. No wonder she’s the queen of the warrior circuit. Tomas? He’s feeling that goddess strength. He’s literally punching demons into each other. It’s bloody as hell. Effective... but yeah, not looking over there again.

"I am an orphan, from the silver moon pack, my parents were both warriors who died years back during an attack on our pack." "I lost every family member in the pack so I didn't have anyone growing up. I stayed in the pack house and I became an object of bully. I work from dawn to night every day without a rest." "The alpha few days ago called me to his room where he molested me and he promised to have me to himself as his sex slave. Fortunately for me, he didn't rape me but he told me he will do that when he returned from his business trip." "Some of the Warriors tried to rape me on several occasions but I am always rescued by a pack warrior who always looks out for me."

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.