The Broken Warriors Daughter Novels & Stories

" 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 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.

By that time she had learned to ignore rude comments. She has no idea how did they find out but they did find out and from then on she was mocked for being a whore’s daughter. It was written on classboard, on the desks, in the last page of library books, everywhere she could see. That had hurt like bitch. Like a final punch, it had shattered her. Her already cracked spirit had broken to pieces and she had no one to piece it back for her. She wasn’t ashamed of being a whore’s daughter what pained her was the way people described her mother as. How they could be so heartless? She was gone. Can’t they show some respect?

No one messed with Manuel Salvatore, especially after he bombed a rival's Mafia base some months ago. He raised an eyebrow at my silence. “Emilio? I asked you a question.” I gulped, averting his gaze, my heart pounding knowing once he knew my mate was here, he would push me to claim her for my own good. I had become a shell of myself after meeting her months ago. “It’s Igor Botsov’s daughter. Her father was killed and her pack was taken over by her stepbrother. I need the warriors so we can go and take it back.”

“Who would have thought a little half breed would be able to achieve in so little time what we have been working toward for centuries?” The Great Mother laments as she stares into the dancing fire. The fire dances in her eyes as she speaks. “I feel my line’s power within you, tainted by the stench of wolf.” I feel Theia’s anger building in the pit of my stomach. I work to suppress my anger rising up my throat like bile. “Such stupid creatures. Ruled entirely by emotion and brute strength.” The Great Mother continues. “Hopefully your witch half is enough to give you some sense, although Rhea is your mother.”

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.

They would beg, they would cry, they would break. Because in my kingdom, only the strong survived. A warrior entered the throne room and bowed before the Lycan King. “All the captured warriors have been sent to the dungeon, Your Highness,” he reported. “As for the women, most of them are omegas, but there are exceptions.” Zane arched a brow, showing little interest until the warrior continued. “One of them is a beta’s daughter, and another is an alpha’s fiancée. She is also an alpha’s daughter.”

“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

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.

I pressed my face into her hair. Thorn snarled behind us. “This isn’t over,” he said. But his voice sounded smaller now. Weaker. The pack was not looking at him anymore. They watched me—the orphan girl who had almost shifted. The one who had tried to save her mate with her own life. As the warriors carried Jacob away toward the healer’s tent, I walked behind them. My daughter slept against me again. I whispered into her soft hair, “I’ll get stronger. For you. For him. I promise.”