The Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

Some people say the alpha’s body hasn’t even deterred yet, it still as fresh as the day Warrior Taylor had killed the merciless beast. Warrior Taylor… my dad used to say he was full of life and laughter before his daughter disappeared. The day he had killed the alpha you could see a small part of him dying as well. That realisation that his daughter was officially, actually gone having broken the guy. Disposed. That’s the word the alpha had spat at the poor man before Taylor had ended him. Everything had changed since that day. The pack had completely shifted after the war. Everyone struggled to get back to ‘normal’. Warrior Taylor and his mate hadn’t even survived the war. I could only imag

Her eyes opened fully. She saw his face. Her father. Gideon Hale. Marching toward her. She screamed. The entire diner turned to look. She clawed at Dean, shaking, trying to hide in his arms. “That is my daughter. Hand her over!” Gideon shouted. “She is a grown woman who does not want to go anywhere with you,” Dean snapped back. “Sit down and eat your food.” “She is an Omega. A runt. She belongs to us,” Gideon growled.

I tilted my head to see Lucas, who also tilted his head to look at me. “Search the entire house. Eleanor must be somewhere inside, find her, and bring her. Bring me anything that breathes.” I said rapidly to Lucas and nodded sharply, going into the building with some warriors. Not long after, they came out of the house empty-handed. “No one is in there. We could not find her or Ethan.” Lucas said in a calm tone. I could see the rage that was burning in his eyes. I instantly got furious. I walked towards where one of his warriors was kneeling, I brought my claws and plunged them through his chest, ripping out his heart. Ethan's Beta watched in shock as he saw me kill one of their warriors in

" Scream. I cross my arms, not looking away from his gaze. I'm doing this for your own good, even if it seems rude. "Then act like one and listen. I'm your daughter and I've been taking care of you since we arrived, I thought I'd get out of bed after a few days, it's been two months! Two fucking months and nothing! " I exclaim, throwing my hands up, showing all my indignation. She narrows her eyes and gives up looking at me. " Leave me alone. She asks and I shake my head. " Not. "Amelia..." " No, Dona Anna Maria. I'm not going to watch you slowly fade away, I'm here and I demand that you fight and recover.

She asks. “That depends who you ask. To the warriors she trains, she is tough, skilled and deadly. To her daughter, she is cold and absent.” I watch her as my words mill about the area around us, waiting for her to digest. She lets out a big sigh and shakes her head in disappointment. “I didn’t take Greta for one who could be broken so easily.” “Broken so easily?” I gawk at her. She must not know the accusations her son stood against when he was alive.

She looked out over the yards and everywhere she looked, there was a wolf, shifted and patrolling. She turned around and saw Conri calling someone, it must be his sister. She left them to talk as she walked into the shower and opened the taps. She got undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water was welcoming, and it soothed her still sensitive body. She stood there for a while, letting the warm water run over her face, and she closed her eyes. She knew they had a big war coming, her father is not going to stop… But she knew she would protect her pack with everything she had inside her. Conri startled her when he opened the shower door and stepped inside.

“Then we find it. We uncover every secret. And we make sure he doesn’t win.” Lucian nodded. “We survive. We protect the girls. And when the time comes… we finish this.” For the first time since tonight began, I felt a spark of resolve. Fear was still there—but beneath it, burning brighter, was determination. Darius Mercer had started a war. But we weren’t just fighting to survive. We were fighting to end it. The study felt suffocating now, stacked with papers, photographs, and envelopes that held secrets decades old. Every clue we uncovered drew us deeper into my father’s hidden world—and, by extension, into Darius Mercer’s meticulously laid trap.

Warrior's Tears Kate found her daughter in their private training room, Sarah's warrior magic creating erratic patterns that betrayed her emotional turmoil. Through their mother-daughter bond, she felt Sarah's heart breaking before the tears even started. She was trying so hard not to cry, but it wasn't working. Tears filled her eyes and soon ran down her cheeks.

“You haven’t forgotten who’s in charge here, have you?” Leo swallowed hard. Of course he would never forget. The girl in front of him did look like one of those flirty girls seeking attention from weak men, who could only scream if she was getting hurt. But Leo would never say that about a girl like Rose. A girl who was secretly deadly and worked behind the scenes for all the success of his mission and Brad’s, with her genius mind, as well as a manipulative nature that always succeeded in outwitting her opponents. *** Claire Garcia Volkova, a 21-year-old girl with fair skin, had just stepped out of the College of Urban and Public Affairs building at Portland State University. Her stomach was

He remembered the screams. ​Darius had always told him that wolves had slaughtered his real parents, leaving Kael as the sole survivor. ​"The Key is at Blackhood High," Darius continued, his voice dropping to a low, reverent hiss. ​"She is the daughter of the monsters who took everything from you. She is the one whose kind ruined your life. I have trained you to be her shadow, Kael." ​Darius leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. ​"You cannot transform into a wolf—you are pure, untainted strength—but you have the power to break her. To protect the Key until she is ready for the ritual."