Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

I shook my head, I can’t believe he was so backwards… I stood up, placing my knife and fork down slowly, not wanting him to lash out at me for being loud. "I worked my ass off to become something, to be accepted to such a position… Dad, it's no small feat… Head Warrior means I am one of the strongest fighters of this pack. I worked day and night to prove that I'm good at something. Aren’t you at least a little proud of me?" I asked, glancing at Mom only for her to look away. That hurt, even when my mates abandoned me, I wished that I at least had my mom’s arms to cry in, but I didn’t…

“Work is work. I just sit in front of a computer and write code all day. The internet service isn’t great out here, but I can usually just create a hot spot with my phone. Thank Goddess that this pack gets fairly consistent cell phone service. Computer programming isn’t super exciting though. I think Jack and Jasmine had the right idea becoming warriors. Unfortunately, I wasn’t super athletic in high school, at least compared to others, so they didn’t recruit me. But I hear Jasmine was top of her class.” “Top of her class for everything,” my mom replied, puffing her chest. “I was the same in high school.” My cheeks heated and a warmth spread through my chest. My mom was normally so critical

I confessed. “I know.” “I know you want this baby and believe me, I do, too. But I’m a warrior. With the looming war, I don’t think it’s possible for me to become a mother and a warrior at the same time. See? I even passed out a while ago and made everyone worry about me. I’m becoming weak because of the pregnancy and I can’t afford to be weak and to be a burden to all.” “And who says you are becoming weak? Alexandra, pregnancy is not an easy thing. I know because I’ve been there. This only means that you are becoming stronger,” Mom interrupted.

Alpha Cline laughs “ Of course my dear. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Luther hangs up and looks at my mom whose mouth is hanging open. There is movement to my side and I see my dad is standing by me. “ Warriors, escort my mom to her room and make sure she stays there. She doesn’t leave until I say otherwise. Mom, you almost created a war because you could see what was right in front of you. You risked hundreds of lives. I can’t have that. And you disrespected my mate. But before you, Lexi would you mind showing my mom just who you are. A little demonstration if you will, please.” I asked her. Lexi smiles, “ Sure babe.”

“I can sense your displeasure about my work.” “Because I’m not happy about it. And Even Roman didn’t like going someone else to work.”, he grumbled. “If that is so, then why don’t you let me train the female of the packs.” “You got to be kidding me. They are to handle the household works, not to become the warrior of the pack.” “Then you’re a mistake, Mister. The strongest warrior in the world is the mother, a female. And they are the one who gives birth to arrogant jerks like you who consider them as someone who is just who are born to handle household works.”

Her solemn face is now replaced with confusion and bewilderment. "Yes you are and I know one when I see one . I just don't understand why my son would make you a warrior. You are not fit to be one,"my mother narrows her eyes at me like I'm the one at fault here "I wanted to be one ,"she stutters after sometime ,"I wanted to be accepted by everyone especially my family because my elder brother was a beta," "Well I think being a healer is much cooler than fighting rogues constantly, I mean look at me ,"my mother chuckles lightly which in turn earns a smile on Rue's face .

I grabbed two plastic cups of vodka and coke for me and a woman warrior we played with who’s name I learned to be was ‘Cora’ she’d been a warrior for five years now and was telling me about her training days and what it was like to be part of the warrior pack and do patrol rounds. “it’s like your second family” she explained thoughtfully “you spend so much time with them on patrol or on the training camp… which you’ll love by the way, they have endless training and sparring equipment and outside they have massive obstacle courses, they’re hardcore though but so much fun and you all kind of spur and support each other on. There’s a boxing ring in the training hall, loads of punching bags, we

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.

Our warriors engaged in training exercises, honing their skills and preparing for the possibility of future confrontations. Eden threw himself into the training with an enthusiasm that was infectious. He soaked up every lesson, learning from our seasoned warriors and practicing alongside them. I watched with pride as he sparred with older fighters, his determination shining through in every move. "I want to be the best, Mom," he declared one afternoon, his eyes alight with ambition. "I want to protect our pack and make you proud." "You already make me proud, sweetheart," I replied, my heart swelling. "Just remember that being a true warrior is not just about strength; it's also about heart,

“It gets lonely here without you, baby girl. This house feels too big, and too quiet.” My throat tightened. “I miss you too, Mom. So much. But I have news—good news.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “Tell me everything, and don’t you dare leave out a single detail.” The excitement in her voice made me smile. “Mom, I made it. I’m officially a warrior now. One of Uncle Tommy’s elite female warriors.” Silence stretched between us, and for a moment, I wondered if the call had dropped. Then I heard it—a sharp intake of breath, followed by what sounded like a sob.