The Broken Warriors Daughter Novels & Stories

“Get away from my daughter.” The Breaker laughed. Aria attacked. Age had weakened her body, not her skill. She had spent sixty years defending omega rights. And she would not watch Skye die. She fought with precision, dodging and striking. Buying time. Enough for Skye to recover. Enough for Finn to rise. Enough for reinforcements to arrive. Then the Breaker’s weapon pierced Aria’s chest. She staggered. But smiled. “You lose.” Fifty warriors stormed in. The omega network activated.

Mothers gripped their kids, their muddy cheeks smeared with tears. A father howled as his daughter passed. An older woman cursed the gods. An underfed girl clung to a post, whispering the name of her sister. “Mira!” “Not my daughter—please!” A woman pushed forward from the crowd at the sight of her daughter among the bound girls, her voice cracking. A child, not older than six clung to her skirt, sobbing. Just as she tried to break through the line of the pack warriors. One of the warriors stepped forward, the iron plates of his gauntlet clicking as it crashed into her chest, shoving her back.

A tart was shut at her and she screamed in outrage before she went unconscious. “I think I know who that banshee is. She is the adopted teenage daughter of the maestro of one of the covens. Real piece of work, that one is. I heard he screwed his beloved over and married her best friend. Typical BS but his beloved is injured beyond a healing point because of what he did,” one of the pack warriors said to me and I felt myself get irritated on behalf of the woman that was wronged. It's probably why her daughter is a brat.

At the Wolfen Academy’s annual ball, I stumbled upon a group of high-ranking Alphas cornering an Omega girl. They were trying to film her, to humiliate her. I stepped in. I saved her. A week later, she turned on me. She told everyone I was the one who bullied her. That I was the one blackmailing her with a video. I was taken away by the Alliance Enforcers. I lost my spot in the elite Gamma Team. The story blew up on the pack network. They even dragged my father’s name through the mud—a hero who died fighting vampires, now called a fraud. Our family lives and dies by its honor. Under the weight of it all, my mother wrote a letter. Then she killed herself on my father’s grave to prove my innoc

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

My brilliant, stubborn, heartbroken daughter. I have watched her build herself back from nothing with these hands and this mind. I have held her on the bathroom floor while rejection sickness shook her apart. I have been in the room when she pushed Landon into the world alone, no mate bond to anchor her, just sheer furious will. I have watched her walk into that clinic every morning for four years and do hard, important work for people who don't always see her as more than a wolfless omega from somewhere else. And now the same three boys who broke her apart are back. And my daughter,my strong, careful, armored daughter is already softening toward them in ways she refuses to acknowledge.

Princess Vivian was a renowned sorceress who had fought alongside Ryder during the campaign against the Great Dragon. She had stood beside him on the battlefield, sharing the danger, exhaustion, and triumph of war, to the people who watched their story from afar, it was almost inevitable that such a partnership would become something more. Two warriors falling in love after sharing the thrill and danger of the battlefield was an irresistible tale for the bards. They had seized upon the romance with enthusiasm, wasting no time composing ballads about the heroic knight and the beautiful princess who had fought beside him. Those songs had spread throughout the city, allowing the romantic tale t

I'm six years old when my parents dissolve their mate bond. To let my mother, Lena Lowe, leave for another pack without worrying about me, I volunteer to stay behind and live with my father, Damon Moretti, a werewolf warrior, and my two older brothers, Ian Moretti and Ashton Moretti. Father says I'm his life, and my brothers swear they'll never let me suffer a single bit of hardship. But everything changes after Father brings home Joanna Litt, the orphaned daughter of his benefactor. She acts sweet and well-behaved, and within just a few months, she becomes the family's new favorite. The dagger Father forges for me becomes hers to use for self-defense. The herbs Ian gathers for me ever

Her eyes were filled with tears, and all she could whisper was, “I’m sorry. I was wrong.” Allison walked over. She felt she had to make things clear. “We’re not really married. You don’t have to see me as a threat. I’m not here to interfere with anyone’s relationship.” The girl’s tears finally fell. She gave Allison a sideways glance, as if she thought Allison was only pretending to be kind. Jareth looked at Allison and said pointedly, “Not threatening anyone? She’s the Lopez family’s adopted daughter, Zoey Worley.” Adopted? It must have happened recently. I’ve never heard of her before, Allison thought.

She swiped angrily at tears that spilled down her cheeks and ripped away from his hold. “No! I don’t want to be soothed. Not while you’re all scheming to send my daughter to a senseless death.” “It’s not like that, really. I know you’re scared. But that’s because you haven’t seen what Hannah is capable of. She’s your daughter, yes, but she’s so much more. Inside her is the soul and power of a great ancient warrior. Your little girl is the only one who can lead us to victory against evil. There is no dou—” Suddenly they heard metal clashing against metal, and a girl’s hearty laughter coming from the living room.