The Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

Narrowing my eyes at him, I snarl, “I let my daughter down when I left her with Michael. There is no way I am going to let her down again. I will find Layla and then meet you at home.” His eyes mist over when he realizes I don't intend to back down. I felt torn in two, and my heart was breaking at the thought of leaving Jackson and Alec, but right now, my baby girl needed me more. Jackson embraces me tightly, not wanting to let me go, but he has no choice. His voice is husky with emotion as he says, “Take ten of my warriors with you.” I incline my head at Marian, and she walks between the warriors tapping ten female wolves on their shoulders. They separate from the rest of the group and stan

Sargent Bullet spoke out and added him into the team. Upon seeing the player, Ray kicked him out. He went by the name “Warrior Princess” using a feminine name. That was not the issue. The main issue was that Ray had once teamed up with her to play a match, but he died so quickly because his teammate let him die instead of reviving him so he could continue playing or helping. Warrior Princess later went ahead and stole his weapons and equipment he dropped after he had died. Ray explained it to his teammates through the speaker and they felt his pain.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

Her face showed no anger, just a mix of emotion drifting between confusion and lingering sorrow. "Well, it's just that..." Rebecca paused. "There's been a lot happening in such a short time." Annie nodded gradually, absorbing each word. An alliance with an Alpha, particularly a strong one like Damian Blackfang, was not considered casual. She questioned what it felt like to have that type of connection. To be recognized and selected with such assurance. Her relationship with Marcus had never had that magic. There was no connection, no natural attraction. Their mother extended her hand over the table, softly resting it on Annie's arm. "You're not damaged," she gently remarked, understanding he

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

Ciara's POV I decided to jog home to stretch out my stiff leg muscles from the morning training. I jog past several pack members and wave, but they don’t wave back. Being who I am, you would think people would know me. I am Beta Leon’s daughter... well... adopted daughter. I am on OK terms with most of the pack members, but most don’t pay much attention to me. However, I am lucky to be part of the warrior unit. Our unit is made up of mostly male werewolves and I am the only female in the top elite squad.

“That bastard Hale—that ruthless woman—won’t just sit idly by." “Was it Vanessa Hale who took our members’ bodies?” “Yes! She will definitely use those bodies to track us down.” “Will it work?” "I don't know. She’s not an ordinary woman. She’ll do anything to defeat us, especially since her husband died because of us. Besides, we also failed to save the undocumented immigrant children who were brought here to work as sex workers. They’re all Omegas. The bottom line is that we’ve failed on so many missions because you disappeared, Skylar. Do you think our missions are a joke? Do you think the lives of those undocumented immigrant kids don't matter? They might come from slums, but they’re stil

Xanna listens patiently as she makes some marks in the sand. When I finish telling her, she finally raises her head. "Louise is still alive. And she will come back into your life one day, far from this moment," she tells me. A warm feeling of joy runs through me. Although I did not tolerate her in Romero's presence, in retrospect I regretted having mistreated her so badly. But I had far fewer options as far as Louise was concerned since she is the daughter of the Head Warrior and this high ranking never switches packs.

But seeing them, seeing the people my parents had once protected now standing here for them, something broke loose inside my chest. Tears slid down my face before I could wipe them away. Kyle glanced at me, startled. “Sage,” he murmured. I shook my head slightly, embarrassed and relieved at the same time. I let go of Thea’s wrist and stepped back. No matter how my body shook, I remembered who I was. I was a warrior’s daughter. I straightened my back and released her fully. Thea stumbled, more from surprise than force, and then turned on me again, her eyes bright with anger.

“I’m not like the strong alphas, I’m not even a particularly strong omega. I don’t fight, I’m not strong, Ia–” “Physical strength is not all there is to being my warrior, child,” she interrupted, calm but final, like that was proof enough. “That doesn’t mean anything!” The protest ripped out of me louder than I meant. My hands trembled at my sides. “I hide when people fight. I panic. I’m–” my voice broke, “I’m nothing like what you think.” Her eyes softened. “You are mine,” she repeated, like she was teaching a child. “Daughter of the moon, as much as any blade-bearer, any magic wielding warlock, any powerful alpha.”