The Broken Warriors Daughter Novels & Stories

“All he said was that she was murdered by a hunter mob. Hunters haven’t been active in centuries. Not since we revealed our existence to the world.” “It’s a start. I can put my people on it. The guild in Cerathe was disbanded when Ava took the throne, but Alistair is still in touch with former members. If there’s any information on them, he will be able to find it.” Lucas sighed and pulled me closer to him. Breathing in my scent helped to calm him after particularly stressful events. Finding his daughter almost eighteen years after her mother vanished, pregnant with her, qualified as one of those events.

Amber still remembers the pain that she had felt when her back had burned. At that time the snow had been cold but it had made her organs boil inside her body, her veins were on fire. Amber shuddered at the memory. Anytime her mother was going to step out of it... The woman who had turned her back on her own daughter. Today every single person present in Amber's territory had gathered on the ground to witness a war between a mother and a daughter. They had gathered to witness something that had never happened before... Breaking of a sacred mate bond~

He rolled his hands into fists. “Were the captives in any way noteworthy, Marley?” A pregnant pause swelled between them. It made Atticus’s whole body itch and his muscles ache with tension. “The scout reported one of them as being from our pack, Alpha. The Warrior Wolf, Maveln Cole. And… and his daughter, Lily.” Atticus’s chest exploded. The space where his heart had once resided was left nothing more than an empty, desolate cavern. His throat closed. Nothing felt real.

( Charlotte’s POV) I was lost for words. I can't believe it. I don't even know what to utter. Maddox isn't a Hybrid. He's still a werewolf. He's a different classification of one. The Broken/Broken Werewolves are powerful. One Broken can destroy a living army of soldiers, without getting hurt badly. They are like Lycans, but it takes two to kill one Broken. They kill authorities, even those from the committee. The Broken were bitten by past punished werewolves, meaning all of them are extinct but one seems to be alive.

I dreamt of belonging to a family and being surrounded by people who cherished me, not this abandonment I felt. My prayers were answered a few weeks after I turned eleven. Alpha Carina, the supreme leader of the Wild Fangs pack, arrived at the orphanage accompanied by her beautiful daughter, Dakota. Alpha Carina, recently lost her husband, came to spend her daughter's eighteenth birthday in the midst of the orphanage. They walked in followed by a group of Dakota's friends who looked beautiful and well-dressed. Beauty had instructed us to ensure we looked presentable and the orphanage was impeccably clean.

Ciara's POV I decided to jog home to stretch out my stiff leg muscles from the morning training. I jog past several pack members and wave, but they don’t wave back. Being who I am, you would think people would know me. I am Beta Leon’s daughter... well... adopted daughter. I am on OK terms with most of the pack members, but most don’t pay much attention to me. However, I am lucky to be part of the warrior unit. Our unit is made up of mostly male werewolves and I am the only female in the top elite squad.

My mystery girl, the one that didn’t submit to me, the one that I completely insulted by not knowing who she was. She’s the Broken Warrior’s daughter. My Guardian.

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.

But I stood still. “What did you do to me?” I asked. Donga didn’t answer immediately. Then: “Nothing. We waited. You had to endure pain, Sarah. Deep, personal pain. That’s how your mother’s ability activated, too. She lost her entire family. And then she saw.” “Saw what?” He looked at me like I was already becoming something more. “Everything. How it all connects. And more than that, how to shift the course.” Lorenzo’s voice broke the silence. “She’s not your weapon.”

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.