The Broken Warrior's Daughter Novels & Stories

"Strong, beautiful, an Alpha's daughter. She fought on the front lines while that woman sat at home doing paperwork." "Harrison deserves someone who matches him. Not a rogue who can't even shift." My steps slowed. I should have kept going. "Don't say that." The voice was younger. Smaller. I knew it before I placed the name. Maya. One of the Pack's kept rogues — or rather, the daughter of one, which in most Packs amounted to the same thing. I'd pulled her out of a few ugly situations over the past eighteen months. Nothing dramatic — a word here, a look there. Enough that she'd started leaving an extra cup of coffee outside my door on bad mornings.

He's the fool who broke up with my daughter after giving her a flimsy excuse as to why he was breaking up with her – he's also the reason for this war. I knelt down beside my daughter and realized that she wasn't breathing anymore. She had become unconscious due to the amount of blood she had lost. I looked at her and tears filled my eyes but I wasn't gonna cry – I wasn't going to break down, at least not in front of the fool my daughter called her boyfriend.

The warriors lay in wait and waited, thinking she would not be successful. To everyone’s shock, the witch was strong enough to break it. This barrier had been put in place by a very powerful warlock and only a blood relative of his could break it down. It later turned out that he and his teenage daughter had been estranged. That’s why she came to destroy what he had created with her rebellious friends.

She was old enough to be a survivor of the war, just like me, but not old enough to have been born until after it. It landed behind Daciana, observing every one of us. My warriors tried to attack, but Daciana stood in front of it. “Don't hurt it,” she said. “That's my mother.” I noticed a smile on Adam's lips. A soft look of familiarity as he watched the Frost demon. I barely had time to react before an arrow whistled past my ear. “They’re here!” Adam yelled, but it was too late. Rogues and humans jumped into view, their war cry loud. Our battle began in the woods.

"Malam, stop this, please. Let's give her time to adjust to things. If you still want to do this, then we can keep planning without her knowing, and slowly I'll try to put some sense into her. We'll end up losing her if we continue this." Malam Kabir's eyes were red and puffy. He had never hated anyone as much as he hates his ex in-law. The man had not only made his daughter sin against her Lord, but he had also destroyed her, completely. And he had taken a vow to bring her life back to her. He is going to make his daughter happy again. "Take her with you, we'll continue with the process without her knowledge for the time being." * She dozed off for the second time but woke up with another j

“Jessica, my finances have been tight recently. I need to use your parents’ compensation to pay for Lilith’s medical bills.” His words were like a thunderbolt, striking me hard. I could hardly believe my ears. Two months ago, a rogue werewolf had attacked a nearby pack, and my parents died on the frontlines. The Werewolf Association had given me 100,000 dollars as compensation for their deaths. “Are you crazy? Why would you use the money I got from my parents’ death to pay for Lilith?” I roared at him in anger. “Money can be earned again. You know Lilith needs this money more right now,” Lucas said matter-of-factly, as if it was a completely reasonable thing to do.

I said with a low guttural sound from my throat. Sianna was eating the sandwiches. I mind-linked my troops to bring his daughter in. They had tracked her on the pack grounds and found her. When they entered the room she appeared with slight bruises and frizzy hair indicating that there was a fight. Each warrior gripped her arms tightly. She staggered a little but stood her ground. Her father scanned her appearance with questioning eyes. “The warriors were rough.” Gail accused.

[Allan Carter, Deputy Captain. On March 17, 2006, he gave his life in the cross-border narcotics interdiction mission codenamed 'Broken Blade.' He was twenty-eight years old.] The cemetery caretaker—an old veteran—led me to the third row, the seventh headstone. His weathered fingers brushed the dust off the stone surface. "Right here. You're his daughter?" "Yes." He crouched down and pulled out the weeds growing in front of the grave.

After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death. I lay dying in the rogue territory, my body broken by silver torture while Willow's dog received protection back at the pack. As the powerful warrior was stopped from leaving, my daughter still clutched the healing gemstone case, now empty. She clenched her small fists, now turning purplish, and begged Willow again and again. "Please, let the warrior come save my mom?" her small voice pleaded.

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.