Warbreaker Siri Novels & Stories

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 turned her attention to Warren, “Who is your male companion?” Theria squeezed his arm and smiled, “Meet Warren Vandal eidolon wielder...” She paused as Archon appeared two feet in front of her, “This is his Eidolon, Archon.” Grace's eyes squinted at Warren, “You're the one with the dead mother?” as promised to talk to grace was like being smacked with a wooden mallet. “Yes, Captain,” Warren called Archon back. “From what I heard you handled yourself well. I am pleased to have you aboard...What does she want?”

She was right, something doesn’t feel right. “ No, I just.. I’m not a fan of alphas” he explained giving her a small smile “ oh.. well I’m technically Luna so you can talk to me I guess. But you do have to respect Erik as your alpha. I can not stop him from punishing you for such you might be my brother but you are still a new pack member” that’s my girl. A chuckle escaped my lips as she put him in his place a lot nicer than I would have.

I didn't want her to go crazy if the sirens started singing again. To my surprise, the sirens went backwards. They were still on fours. I looked at Zeus who was staring at me with the same look on his face as mine. "I, Dabria Cerberus, the Mistress of the Cerberus territory, heiress to the Cerberus throne, command you to bring me the extra rstion you have saved in your dane." I ordered the sirens, turning my head towards them. It was more of a gamble and I was not sure at all if it was going to work.

"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.