The Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.”

She looked up at him with eyes that resembled his own. “Please, please Dad,” Her daughter broke down in front of her, “Hold me.” She spread out her arms for him, staring up at him with eyes full of pain. It was like someone had thrusted him into the past; when his warrior princess had learnt to walk and would spread her arms for him to pick her up. With a heart-wrenching wail, he pulled his daughter close to her chest, hiding her in his arms as she broke down. His own tears escaped but he held her firmly.

I threw him aside as if he were made of straw, my new strength terrifying even to myself. "She’s shifted!" one of the Silver Moon warriors screamed, his voice cracking with terror. "The reject! She’s... she’s a monster!" "No," Eryx growled, decapitating a warrior who tried to get close to me. "She’s your reckoning." We fought through the clearing, a dance of blood and obsidian. My father, who had been traveling in a covered wagon under Kael's protection, watched from the slats, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and awe. He was seeing the daughter he had failed finally become the warrior he never was.

The disfigured cheek twitched and it seemed as if the kreff was grinning like a predatory animal. - Daughter? - BUT? - Lesana woke up, realizing that, hugging her mother, her thoughts had gone far, far away. Why are your clothes so black? the parent asked in a nasal voice from tears. “It’s… it’s the warriors who wear it,” muttered the girl, looking down in shame. - Warriors? sighed the mother, pressing her hands to her cheeks. – Walker hunters? Baby, what kind of howl are you, you see a rat, you fall unconscious, and they instruct you to fight with evil spirits? Yes, you will be lost!

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

The responsibility thrust upon her by my choices. If my activation can help her. Protect her. Fight beside her. Then I'll embrace it. Whatever I'm becoming. Because I spent three years running. Three years hiding. Three years choosing fear over family. I'm done with that. My daughter is fighting a war. Leading a revolution. Becoming something the world has never seen. And I'm going to stand beside her. Whatever it costs. Whatever I become. I look at my hands. Watch them steady. Strong. Not human anymore. Not fully. But not a victim either. A warrior. A mother. A bridge. And that will have to be enough.

she asked again, louder, her mask flawless. “Because I broke the Sacred Moon Crystal,” I said bitterly. Silence. “Or so the Alpha King’s daughter claimed.” I cut my gaze at Navy. Her head bowed, hand pressed to her lips. Shoulders curled in practiced grief. Yet her eyes flashed for a moment, satisfied, before she lowered them. I wanted to laugh. I didn’t know who I despised more—her for faking or myself for failing to expose her.

Jada was startled when she heard Honey yelling. She wanted to stop her, but she was in full warrior mode, so she didn’t bother. “Hey! Hey, you! Stand up, bitch!” Honey called off the woman as she pulled her arm. The girl sat up, rubbed her eyes, and tried to recognize who was the woman that was harassing her. “Who are you?” she even asked. The blonde girl was about to speak again, but Honey’s palm flew across her face. “You don’t have to know! What you need to do now is to get out of that bed,” Honey continued.

I don't fault him for the slight accusation because anyone would ask that question so I let it slide. "As far as we are concerned she has never done anything to him for him to react the way he does and yes she can defend herself. She is the only female that trains with the rest of the warriors here and even without her wolf she was able to match me hit for hit when we sparred together. She is the daughter of their past Top Warrior and it seems she got his genetics for fighting." I smile as I am speaking. I'm genuinely proud of her abilities and wish she had ended up being my mate.

It was a chaotic train wreck as soon as we walked in the door. He was quick to reply, ‘He WHAT?!? Why would he do that?’ ‘No idea, but apparently the Luna isn’t her biological mother either. She fainted so we’re back in the car. The warriors can get her things packed. I’ve told the Alpha if they aren’t treated with respect his pack will be an enemy of ours.’ ‘Fainted? What the… I’ll stay until the warriors have finished to make sure everything goes ok. Hannah can help tell them what to pack, if she doesn’t try to kill Luna’s dad that is.’ He said.