Romans & histoires The Broken Warrior's Daughter Chapter 11 Read Online Free

Forged into the first Moonborn and given power second only to the gods themselves. No successor had ever come close to matching it. And yet— The texts did not glorify her ending. They warned of it. Power unchecked. Power isolated. Power worshipped. It had changed her. Even the Goddess’s protection had not prevented that. I exhaled slowly and closed the book. I hadn’t had time to read everything. There were deeper sections—fragments about a fracture between mother and daughter, about rebellion, about something sealed away. But I had read enough. Enough to know we were not dealing with a confused queen.

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

“You left this place am innocent little werewolf. And now you return with blood on your hands. Do you really think Zaphyr will welcome you back?” “I don’t need a welcome,” I said. “I need warriors.” “And what makes you think I’ll help you convince him?” she asked. “Because I’m your daughter,” I said softly, but firmly. “And because you know better than anyone what I’m capable of.” She stared at me for a long moment. “You always were like me,” she said. “Ruthless and unapologetic.” I didn’t deny it because it was true, and I don't regret being like this.

He paused at the doorway, gripping the rail. A vow formed silently in his chest—an iron promise sharper than any blade. No one touches my son again. He straightened, his voice low but unshakable. “Chapter one was about survival,” Damian murmured. “But chapter two… chapter two is war.” Behind him, the monitors flickered again—those same red dots pulsing like a heartbeat. Something ancient had stirred. And it was coming.

He reached out and shook Tristan’s hand. "Welcome to the Shattered Isles, brother. Let’s start a war." As their hands touched, the static snapped—loud and bright. Saoirse watched them. The Viper and the Pirate. She touched the dragon charm at her throat. The army was beginning to form. But as she looked at Tristan’s back, she saw the tremors in his hands return. The war had begun. But the clock on Tristan’s life was ticking faster than anyone knew. End of Chapter 19

Chapter 17 The sand was cold beneath my feet, when I stepped into the training ground again, my body has not fully recovered.but I couldn't give up now. I felt in in my shoulders , legs and arm . perhaps all over my being. , but still I stood there . Today felt different, the worriors where already forming groups, there was a strange energy in the air like something was about to snap. Roshan stood at the centre of the training ground, his posture staright and expression unreadable.

I started to say "or what if I don't shift at all, what if Lila is right and I'm just adopted and not entitled to any of the moon goddess powers” She placed her arm on my shoulder to calm me, squeezing lightly "You are entitled to everything this pack has, you're the Beta's daughter” I sighed, again no one knew the part where I felt like I was an outcaste. “I just want to matter" my voice broke “You do" she encouraged, squeezing harder “to your father, to the moon goddess and tomorrow to the whole pack" The corner of my lips suddenly lifted in a stiff smile as she smiled back at me.

She wanted to speak to her before she left for the kingdom of Volar. What she did not know was that, just like her, her Master, Kristoff was also staring at his daughter and the Lord. His fists were clenched and the veins on his forehead were about to burst out in anger. He had never been this vexed and bound and it was all because of the wicked king. He could only watch as the Lord snatched his beloved daughter from him and chained her in this forlorn relationship. Kristoff punched his hand at the wall and his hand started to bleed due to the force he had exerted. However, he did not care. The pain and agony his daughter was going to undergo in the future was more than the mere pain from hi

Chapter 15: Breathless Alpha Lawrence was unconscious for a couple days. When he woke up, he immediately insisted to go back to my Mom's grave but Calgary told him that Mom's remains were already stolen. My chest hurt when I saw how Alpha Lawrence fell on the floor with a defeated expression on his face. I knew this would be hard for him to accept, so before the so-called ruthless Alpha of Zenios began to lose control of his own emotions, I stepped outside the infirmary to save myself from more pain.

I growl when she makes a move to give up midway. I follow his movements like a fucking spectator, looking forward to the scenes of the next few chapters like an addict. With each piece of skin revealed, my anxiety increases and my heart accelerates in its beats. Fuck! The shirt is now piled on the floor, discarded as useless, and it has just awakened the demon in me. The girl bites her lips in nervousness and looks away