Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

Xylah states, and she whispered something to him, which succeeded in calming him down. "I have to go, I have people to train, I am still in the process of restoring my army back to the way it was, and I have been busy laying off a lot of people who opposed me, like a Jared boy," Kai continued, he grinned at me one more time before leaving. "Take her away, we will continue tomorrow," Xylah ordered as I was dragged away. I was given little food which I threw away, I was no dog to eat stale food, the soup was already decaying.

I felt my eyelids lower slightly. And the instant he did, he abruptly stopped talking. The unfinished words disappeared from his lips as though he suddenly realized what he had just said. That place was where society threw away the unwanted. The weak. The injured. The powerless. People who no longer had value to the pack were sent there and forgotten like they were nothing more than burdens waiting to die. Children who lost their parents. Old people abandoned by their own families. The Warriors are too wounded to fight anymore. Women and orphans left to survive on scraps.

His men were waiting, and the journey ahead would not be easy. As he approached the station where his warriors gathered, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. The men chosen for this mission were not just soldiers—they were the best of the best, warriors of courage and honor. They had been handpicked by Alfred for their skill, discipline, and loyalty to the pack. All of them were unmarried, their lives dedicated solely to the protection of their people. At least six of them were orphans, raised by the pack itself after losing their families in the brutal world of rogue attacks and territorial wars.

Something nags at my mind when I watch her in Beast form and it's been bugging me. Shadow Warriors are an alien race. We came to Earth after destroying our home planet with infighting. Our history texts have been passed down to each Shadow Warrior leader. I gained the books from my uncle. They chronicle the Shadow Warrior downfall on our home planet. My uncle worried about history repeating itself and forced me to read the texts early on. Even in my teens, I found them fascinating. I only skimmed through the texts on female Warriors because they hadn't existed in hundreds of years. Until Marinah. Her mother, Dinah, was a descendant of one of the female Warriors who came to Earth. Her secrets

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

She shakes her head. “The Sun Warriors are an organization of hunters that came about after the werewolf-human war. They used to hunt werewolves and were considered a threat,” I glance at the human in front of me, “to us,” I distinguish, motioning to myself, “until their leader vanished. They have since disappeared for all intents and purposes.” “They fought… for humans?” Amelia asks. I nod, watching as she processes my confirmation, wondering what’s going on inside her calculating mind. It should bother me, as her master, to know she’s always scheming. My brother’s constantly doing the same, and he is the bane of my existence.

"Activate the Scorched-Earth plan." The voice on the other end, which belonged to his most loyal subordinate, sounded hesitant. "M-Mr. Freeman, the signal is unstable–" The call was disconnected. He immediately called the trusted aide he had planted inside the board, but a secretary's cold voice came through. "Sorry, he is currently in a meeting with Steve." The call was disconnected yet again. Finally, he called the bank manager in Ravendale, but all he heard was an emotionless robotic voice. "Your security authorization has been revoked."

Zoriana had severed it. “Alpha!” Matteo gasped, clutching his own head as the pack link flickered. “Elite Warriors quarters... they’re empty. Gamma, Head Warrior and one hundred and fifty of our elite warriors just went rogue. They’re gone.” The pain was unbearable—physical, emotional. Zoriana, his childhood friend and wife, hadn't just left him; but had stolen the sheath, leaving him raw, betrayed, and realising too late that his greatest enemy had been his own mate.

He lunged at me, and I dodged the blow and hooked his arm, striking him in his kidney. “ARGH!” He screamed out. A group of warriors then got to their feet, ready to fight. Now I know who Paul's loyalists are. Perfect. Dad and Adrian knew exactly what I was doing. I see Mom, Sinclair and Amber watching and pulling the omegas back. Sinclair tells Amber to stay with the omegas. Mom and Sinclair step forward while the warriors start laughing. “Look at the little women! They think they can take on warriors? Pathetic.” Kaia had had enough, and frankly, so had I.

he asked, his smirk playing visible on his lips. Ronan quickly lunged at two of the warriors by himself, his fangs aiming for one’s throat while he aimed for the other’s chest clawing his way through their neck and chest, blood gushing out from them. To his left, Orion moved with vicious efficiency, his movements calculated, his blade slicing through enemy after enemy. He was no longer Kade’s pawn. He was fighting for something else now. For survival. For redemption. The battlefield became a storm of movement.