Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

I smiled looking at my mom. “You could be right about that.” She smiled back at me. “By the way mom, you do look great in your armor.” I smiled, “My mom the warrior queen.” She laughed out loud at that comment. “How is Kieran doing with her training?” I asked my mom. “How? Indeed. Well, let’s just say her trainer is young and handsome and she is smitten.” My mother said smiling. “Oh? How does he feel?” I asked looking back at the men.

Her eyes radiate pride and love but I understand what she is saying. Cooper and my dad spend a lot of time together, training and preparing Cooper to become Dad’s successor. Mom and I used to spend a lot of time together too. She taught me about being a Luna. Now I’m choosing to become a warrior just like Cooper, she's a bit lonely. I can’t blame her. “I enjoy spending time with you too Mom. We can go shopping this afternoon. I could do with some new workout clothes,” I grin. Mom slaps me on my shoulder, “Workout clothing is not fun shopping, but I’ll take what I can get and we’ll go shopping after breakfast.”

Another woman frowned, unable to understand this. “I told you guys to go up the path. Go up the path guys. Why can’t you all understand?” Skyler was speechless as his hints were so obvious. He did not expect that Orchid and the others would still struggle to understand. “It’s not the Goddess of War, but we need to think higher? Could it be…” Orchid frowned and soon smiled bitterly. “Could it be the Supreme Warrior?” “That’s right!” Skyler smiled indifferently. “The person who’s looking to hire bodyguards is the Supreme Warrior. The one and only strongest person in our Cathysia army, the Supreme Warrior!”

He sneered as he looked at the warriors and me. "She would go to jail and nothing would happen. We would go to the war with other warriors of the werewolf kingdom and come back victorious. And besides, I have my brother Ken, who is also a warrior and a leader just like her as you said, and I believe he is going to win with his hundreds of thousands of warriors and not just a handful of a few hundred warriors like the Reapers." He sneered mockingly.

Warriors. Alliance warriors. Her mother stumbled but continued to run. She concealed herself behind a fallen log and whispered against baby Aria’s forehead, her voice trembling yet filled with affection. “I’m so sorry, my little moonlight. They fear what you are. But one day… you will rise.” Aria felt her legs weaken. She pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. A shadow sprang into view—a hooded warrior. Her mother turned, claws bared, defending her child with every ounce of strength she had left.

The responsibility thrust upon her by my choices. If my activation can help her. Protect her. Fight beside her. Then I'll embrace it. Whatever I'm becoming. Because I spent three years running. Three years hiding. Three years choosing fear over family. I'm done with that. My daughter is fighting a war. Leading a revolution. Becoming something the world has never seen. And I'm going to stand beside her. Whatever it costs. Whatever I become. I look at my hands. Watch them steady. Strong. Not human anymore. Not fully. But not a victim either. A warrior. A mother. A bridge. And that will have to be enough.

I stammered. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on me. "I mean that you have no idea what it means to be a warrior, Taylor. You have no idea what it means to put the pack first, to fight for what's right, no matter the cost. Ryan's mother was a true warrior. And you...you're just a shy little thing, barely able to speak up for yourself." I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I had always struggled with shyness and insecurity, but I had never felt so belittled as I did in that moment.

“Our warriors are starting to move people out of the castle and back into homes in the city. The wounded are being moved in a few days, once the hospital roof is mended. I assure you, there isn’t much for you to do right now other than see your mom.” “Okay….” I continue to follow him but wring my hands. I’m not sure I even want to know what happened. Would I have ever put myself in her position? Sacrificed myself for my kingdom, allowing myself to get kidnapped and taken into the lair of the enemy? I like to think I would, but my mom is… everything I’m not. Strong, brave, and capable. And all the while, I’ve been here, healing the wounded and rolling in the sheets with my mate.

They were called Sentinels and had the skills needed to track, capture and apprehend any kind of supernatural. After Dylan and I had been born, he'd retired as a Tracker and had joined the Alpha's Elite force. To spend more time with the family he said. My mother had been a pack warrior, which made up the main part of any defense and offense of a pack's internal structure, but my mother mostly did border patrol. "Vice versa?" he questioned and I gulped at the genuine interest in his eyes. "Mom was a warrior and did border patrol," I explained. "Dad would sometimes have to patch her back up if they had a run-in with rogues or--- well, mostly rogues."

The emptiness in my arms was a constant scream that I couldn't shut out and I needed silence in my head now more than ever. The arguments began rising again and I actually let out the intense groan. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up. The room slowly quieted as eyes turned to me. “I’m not a warrior,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I can fight when I have to, yes. But I’ve never led a war, I’ve never planned battles and I'm not as experienced as everyone of you gathered here. I’m just a mother who wants her child back and I desperately want to crush to the ground the face of the male that locked me in a cage and kept me under the sky in terrible weather