Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

They swarmed in hordes, eyes glowing with feral hunger, tearing into the defenders with relentless, otherworldly fury. Elian staggered back in his spectral form, horror coiling in his gut. These weren't beasts of his world; they reeked of the void, summoned from cracks between realities, their howls a cacophony that rattled his essence. The warriors fought valiantly—clad in weathered leather and steel, swords flashing in disciplined arcs—but they fell in droves, bodies rent and steaming on the blood-soaked earth.

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

RYKER “You’re warriors for fuck’s sake! Fight like warriors! Your movements are sloppy, and fucking slow. Did you see what happened to us when those mercenaries arrived?” They were my people, my warriors, and I loved them, but they needed to have their morales risen. If not for Elora, we would have been slaughtered by our attackers. We were very few in number, and even fewer of us could hold our own in times of need. I opened the recruitment window once Elora was gone. We needed more warriors. If possible, every single soul in my pack had to know how to fight. Boys and girls, women and men alike.

And yet, Aragorn thrived in madness. The guard’s expression grew darker still. “And then there are the warriors. Not ordinary soldiers, Lady Eva. These are the strongest warriors to walk the earth. Men who’ve carved reputations in blood and conquest. Men who’ve trampled upon packs and taken heads as trophies. Each one is a storm by himself.” I forced myself to remain calm, though dread twisted inside me like a knife. “And they all came… for Nicklaus?”

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

said Eloy. He looked at his husbands who were glaring at him. But then Adharva said "If you try and win by cheating, chief Javiar, you and your clan will be burned down," said Adharva. Javiar seemed to have gained back some confidence. "He has only fought with warriors who have fought men, not animals. My warriors are the best there is. Not even the former head warrior of former Mahereya will be able to win against them," said Javiar.

"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.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

I roar through my wolf’s throat. “Then what? You want to join them, too? Move! We need to get out of here!” Dorian clicks his tongue sharply behind me. “Hurry, damn it! RUN!” I roar in fury. Realizing that the enemies in front of me are former academy comrades who disappeared twists my logic apart. Orin refuses to show mercy. To him, they are threats to Maeve. “They must be destroyed!” Orin’s voice echoes inside my head. Dorian shouts angrily, “What are you doing?! We need to leave now, Sword Bearer!”