Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

Cordell said with a chuckle. I chuckle too, knew it was true, my mother is not the type of woman that you want to mess with. That why she was the best warrior in our old pack, I remember when I was about ten when I saw my mother got into a fight with a male warrior because that asshole believe women are not meant to be warriors. he tries to down grade my mom by telling her that the only thing she was good for is making pups. My mother did not take that, so she put that man right on his ass, and also my father gave the man a few punches.

“Perhaps you and I have never had this chat before. I have a lot of war stories I could tell you, but I am afraid we don’t have time for that. I know you have been preparing well for this and I trust you. I only have a few pieces of advice I would give you for free. As your mother and a warrior, a true warrior fights for his family and knows their worth in all that, the purpose of the reason why they are fighting. You have a purpose, you know your worth, and that is all it takes to win a war. I want to wish you nothing but the very best. I believe in you. “Thank you, Mom, but I think I have five minutes for this story. I can work well with one story that could motivate me.” “Well if you insi

Could not end this war fast enough. After finishing in the medical wing, I went to find my mother. She was in one of the training rooms, working with a group of younger wolves on defensive techniques. Watching her move was like watching water flow. Smooth and precise and deadly. "Your mother is the best fighter in the coalition," Damon said, appearing beside me. "Even better than me and I have been fighting for years." "She had twenty years to perfect her techniques. Twenty years of being The Covenant's weapon." "She is using that experience now to help others. That is what matters. She turned her trauma into strength. Just like you are trying to do."

she scoffed, “you’re right, I have never fought. I certainly dressed enough wounds from my father and Conrad to more than understand the casualties of war with those maniacs. They lack reason other than the desire to expand their empire.” “My mother was a healer,” I spoke trying to bridge the gap that had formed, “My father’s a fighter. He’s committed to making our world better, not bigger. I wouldn’t fault him for thinking he was right and I respect my mother every single day for what she does. It takes a special person to be able to see the one you love hurt and you still have the will to do your job. You think we’re mindless? Maniacs? Fighting only wanting to expand? We’re doing what we f

My Mum said quietly. “You sure about this son?” Dad asked, sounding surprisingly calm. I nodded, hating the pain I saw on my Mum’s face. She probably thought she would always have her boys at home in her pack with her. “I think it is the honorable thing to do. Tatiana helps care for her Mum, so her Dad can continue to fulfill his role as warrior, and she does not want to give that up, so I don’t see why she should because of me. I can be a warrior here as much as I can at home. My family are here too. I think it is the right thing to do.”

I attempted to stand to my feet but Shayla pulled my arm, dragging me down. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" "My mom is out there, I have to go get her!" I lifted my brows, panting slowly. "You must be insane, you can't go out there, our parents are all out there, we can only hope they are safe, what do you think you can do to help? They are more experienced and know how to handle rogues, we don't." She snapped at me. "Your mom is the only female warrior for a reason, trust me, she's got this."

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

Not everyone in the pack touches him that easily but my mother is armed with a strong determinationnation. "Alpha Archer," my mother whispered, "their claims are old and bitter. They will find Falcons and debts where none exist. If Alpha Douglas returns, he will not come with civility. He will come with fire and with wolves who think killing is a proper answer. We are not warriors. We are mere servants." Her voice thinned out, and for a breath the valley held its breath with us. "We will make you warriors of the truth," he answered, not unkindly. "The West will stand as one. I will not hand you over. I will not barter you like spoil. Get up Amanda."

The other warriors who came with the Judge shift as well, their large frames causing our panic to rise, even Cayden’s eyes widening. “Cayden?” my mother’s voice booms over the court while the Judge laughs. “Why don’t we let them play a bit? It would be nice to see an interesting fight, wouldn’t it?” He opens his arms while the only bastard who hasn’t shifted yet takes his stand next to my mother as if she should be sorry for wanting to shield her daughter-in-law. ‘Let me get to her,’ I try again, Moros scoffing. ‘Please.’ More and more warriors of my pack join, wanting to get the beasts down to reach me, who must look embarrassingly weak. ‘Moros…’

So, as I continued to fill my travel trunk with more and more clothes, I explained as clearly as I could, “Regardless if you had meant it that way or not, my point remains the same. I just… I want my child to grow up in a safe and peaceful environment, Mom. Being a Peacemaker’s child and Greggory Alfiero’s grandchild already places a target on them even before they’re born. Adding ‘Culling Army soldier’s child’ to the list would make it worse. From both sides of this war, there could be people who would wish to use or harm my child. I wouldn’t let that happen, Mom. I have to leave and move to a place where I can raise my child in peace.” “There’s no changing your mind then.” The softness of