The Broken Warriors Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.

The tears I’d fought so hard to hold finally broke free, falling hot and fast. But they weren’t tears of weakness. They were on fire. They were furious. They were the beginning of something else entirely. Because if all of this was true, then I wasn’t just some pawn in Nolan’s game. I wasn’t just a broken girl locked in a fortress. I was the daughter of Selene Morwen. A witch’s child. A weapon born of blood and fire. And I was done being silent. Somewhere deep inside, I felt it—something stirring, shifting, awakening. The faint whisper of a voice I hadn’t heard in years.

Marcy. Marcy managed to hold back her tears. But the moment she thought she was alone she let them fall. But the cruelest joke was after she replaced them Martha convinced Sheila that the red was better. Marcy replaced them again. She did not complain. But I could tell that she wanted to bury Martha under those roses. The week before Thanksgiving break I was a mess. I hate it when we have breaks. But I also hate being at school. Before I only had Brandon to make both tolerable. Now my grandfather takes that place. But still I dread being stuck at that house.

“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

The screams were satisfying. “That’s for thinking omega women are weak!” She growled. Mom took another two and bent an arm backwards on one, snapping the bone and making the arm look disfigured. The second warrior got his head cracked open with a water jug. Good job, Mom. Dad, Adrian and I were taking turns on which body part we were going to break or dislocate. Kaia kept picking off warriors and then when she got to the last one, she was so angry, she used her forehead to butt it into the last warrior and broke his nose and then grabbed him by his crotch and shoulder and with strength I didn’t know she possessed, she flipped him over her head an on to the table behind her like a fucking wre

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

The Omega's eyes once again closed as he began chewing, and he lightly hummed. “He's adorable, Thaddeus,” Zendaya said through the link, and the Alpha's heart swelled. The Alpha only made it halfway through his sandwich before he felt a warrior desperately pressing against the link, and he opened it. The Alpha's body tensed when the warrior said a rogue breached the West border by the river. “He ran through Alpha Michael's territory first, and they're still chasing him. I'm right behind them, but that sucker's fast!” He said, sounding out of breath.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

. When I woke up, I was chained to a f*cking wall, and I looked up to see my daughter inside a cage. She was screaming, and I saw what I thought was a man standing behind her. When I got a closer look, I saw the creature wasn’t a man. He looked like a half-man, half-tarantula. He was an ugly motherf*cker. I saw this bald woman in a black dress walk into the room and she told her men to hold me down. She told me to say goodbye to Brittany and then she made me watch this Boneseeker man eat my little girl. She tricked me and told me that if I signed this contract, she would spare Brittany’s life, but I was signing a contract to have my baby sacrificed. I told my daughter that I loved her, but I

“I- I don’t know about that girl!” Laura stepped closer to him and was in disbelieve to hear it from Demir. “What happened to you?! You can’t even recognize your own daughter? Demir this little girl right here was your daughter!” she said out of her anger and unstable emotions. Demir shook his head. “Don’t lie to me, she’s not my daughter! Laura get out of this room!” “Get out!” he said once again. Laura moved herself away from him. “This is your reality and this is your world Demir. She is your daughter and no matter how you deny it facts will reveal that I am telling the truth!”