Warbreaker Siri Novels & Stories

Adorable. Lucia Reid didn't inherit her father's patience or her mother's grace. What she got was the stubbornness of both of them wrapped in a pretty face and a mouth that has never once known when to stop. And the boy she is about to meet did not come looking for love. He came looking for something else entirely. I'll let you find out what. So here we are... back in the SIR universe. But this time, we're trading polished power games for sharp tongues, stolen glances, family wars, reckless decisions, and two people who would rather choke than admit they’re obsessed with each other.

Cassian steps half forward, alpha aura flaring into a suffocating wall of iron pressure that makes even Sandra's braided hair stir faint in the sudden current. "You address Matriarch Wren Sutter." His voice drops low enough to rattle the terrace stones underfoot. "Ruler of the unified Blue Ridge, Commander of the Nullborn Vanguard." His grey eyes narrow hard. "Check your tongue, Emissary, before you lose the privilege of using it." Sandra doesn't flinch, though behind her two guards' hands drift instinctive toward the curved pommels of sheathed scimitars.

Taking. Harvesting. The realization slams into me, cold and horrifying. This was never about wiping us out. It’s about capturing us. I crash through the entrance to Kira’s chamber, the door splintering under the force of my impact. Inside—war. Sirus is backed against the far wall, small, shaking, his wide eyes filled with terror. Kira stands between him and the enemy, her wolf massive, scarred, unyielding. Three corrupted shifters circle her, their movements predatory and calculated.

he explained. "Your dependancy on a woman is shocking, we can handle this ourselves," Jackson said. "It's not depending on Sophia, it's just the truth, I know her capabilities," Dante defended. "He is right," I said. "Apart from her thinking, she is also the beta and no war planning is complete without her," I continued. "I will go get her but first I will need to talk to her," I said standing up. "But gentlemen, I think you all should get rest, Bryce please show this gentlemen to their room, please rest because tonight is going to be about planning and I need you all in your full energy," I instructed as they all stood up, each existing the room.

I was walking in the lobby crying when Sirus came in front of me and said “oh my god Amber where have you gone I have been looking for you since last night but you are here.” Siras lifted my chin and said "what happened, why are you crying." I couldn't control my emotions and started crying hugging Siras's chest and said "Please let Elijah himself come to ask for my love. Let Elijah and my love reach the destination." Sirs is my last hope now because except him I have no one in this pack.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

she explained walking over to the wooden beam and leaned her shoulder against it. “ I don’t think differently of you. You should have told me, I would have made sure your training was set up accordingly. I actually have a couple of warriors who are half breeds and who can’t shift. They don’t go in first in a war or battle but they are there in the way they choose to be.” I explain to her hoping that helped “ thanks but I don’t need to be reassured on how I’m capable on being useful to the pack” she sighed standing up straight walking down the steps

"They were the ones who weren't paying attention." The others came at intervals. Three more Omegas Liss, Barrow, a quiet girl who gave her name as Seven and didn't elaborate, and Sera didn't push. Then Wren. She arrived last, as Sera had expected making sure everyone ahead of her had cleared the ridge before she followed. The responsible instinct of someone who had spent years making sure others were cared for before herself. She was taller than her voice had suggested. Dark-haired, serious-faced, with a healer's carry bag over one shoulder and a second bag battered, worn, packed with clear intention over the other.

“Let's talk, Kaira.” I recognized him then. I recognized his icy-blue eyes and nearly white, curly hair. His name was Soren. He belonged to Jarith's personal squad of warriors—the fucking elite. My stomach roiled as he looked at me and gave me a cold smile. “You can turn this to your favor, you know?” I inwardly cursed but then shifted and grabbed the mantle to cover myself. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you this instant,” I hissed.