The Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

She left with a few of his warriors and as they drove away, she was planning how to make sure that she was the only one standing at the end of this battle. As Phoenix was about to mindlink Gael of her exact whereabouts she heard a blood curdling scream. She looked in the direction it came from to see two brutes separating a mother and young daughter. The child couldn’t have been 11 or 12 at best. One of the huge warriors laughed as the mother fought hard to go to the child. “Hey bitch, you’d better have this same energy when I take you again, or I’ll do you while watching him take your daughter. The little girl screams.

My brilliant, stubborn, heartbroken daughter. I have watched her build herself back from nothing with these hands and this mind. I have held her on the bathroom floor while rejection sickness shook her apart. I have been in the room when she pushed Landon into the world alone, no mate bond to anchor her, just sheer furious will. I have watched her walk into that clinic every morning for four years and do hard, important work for people who don't always see her as more than a wolfless omega from somewhere else. And now the same three boys who broke her apart are back. And my daughter,my strong, careful, armored daughter is already softening toward them in ways she refuses to acknowledge.

Warriors stood in clusters around the map table. Now, standing before a group of warriors in the war room, I laid out my orders. “Graywater has confirmed what we suspected. Hunters are moving. Some rogues have already been slaughtered. Worse—our allies lost warriors. They sent back one with a message.” My voice hardened, the words like iron in my mouth. “They want Dorian’s daughter released. They plan to come for her if we don’t.” One of the warriors nodded. “We’ll start preparing for war.”

She swiped angrily at tears that spilled down her cheeks and ripped away from his hold. “No! I don’t want to be soothed. Not while you’re all scheming to send my daughter to a senseless death.” “It’s not like that, really. I know you’re scared. But that’s because you haven’t seen what Hannah is capable of. She’s your daughter, yes, but she’s so much more. Inside her is the soul and power of a great ancient warrior. Your little girl is the only one who can lead us to victory against evil. There is no dou—” Suddenly they heard metal clashing against metal, and a girl’s hearty laughter coming from the living room.

“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.

I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

She quickly stepped back, her heart pounding as she waited for what was about to happen. “Clink, clink, clink.” The sound of metal clashing repeatedly echoed. Someone was trying to break the lock to get in. Cara held her breath, tensely awaiting what would come next. Then, after two long years, the door finally swung open. In front of her stood a group of unfamiliar warriors. They wore black armor with a red moon symbol on their chests, completely different from the Dark Eclipse pack’s uniforms. Before Cara could say anything, the leader of the wolf warriors spoke: “This is Alpha Gerano's daughter. Capture her and take her prisoner.”

the Alpha stated firmly. That was the last thing I heard before I closed the door behind me and walked away. ***** With a troubled mind, due to the events that unfolded in Serena's room, I took a seat next to my father. Colton Zapanta, the top Zeta of our pack, was known for his strictness. He lacked compassion for the weak and trained the warriors in the most brutal and terrifying ways. Even I, his son, was subjected to his merciless training.

a brave warrior murmured, his gaze fixed upon the ground. Cameron's voice boomed with frustration and disbelief as he exclaimed, "Are you kidding me? Do you honestly believe that a seventeen-year-old girl should be subjected to such mistreatment simply because she was born with unique qualities? It's not her fault! She possesses the spirit of a wolf because she is my daughter and has grown up within our pack, embracing her true nature."

Emotion lacked from my voice as I spoke of the son. "And the girl?" He asked through gritted teeth. I looked away from him, turning my back on him as I walked away a few steps. The wound I have buried deep down long long ago, rose to the surface. Burning my chest as if it happened yesterday. "Sonja. She was the kings disgraced daughter. Fought like a warrior, she had the mind of her father. But her heart was soft, gentle..kind" I breathed. Angel listened to me remaining silent as I told him about her.