Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

"I see rudeness runs in the Warrior's family." Rhychard's mother tilted her head to stare up at him. "Warrior? You make these little men call you Warrior? That's kind of…arrogant, isn't it?" Rhychard sighed as he set the casserole dish on the table. "Trust me, it wasn't something I wanted. I kind of got stuck with the title." "Hey, can ye be a wee bit quieter?" Drimzie called out from in front of the TV. "The gorilla has Gilligan in his clutches."

I am livid. How dare he try to command me. I am his mate, not his toy. He will realize you don’t play around with me and leave unscathed. He may be an Alpha, but I am a purebred warrior, and he will learn, or he will learn not to cross me ever again. Ryker’s aura is oppressing everyone. I can feel my mom’s wolf, Sylvia whimpering, my mom trying to diffuse the situation. She knows what will happen if I submit to my rage.

Riley said abruptly. I looked at her in shock at first, but then I saw that glint in her eye. She was serious. “No,” I said, “Absolutely not. You’re not a warrior – and you mother would flip.” “It’s not up to my mother.” Riley said, grabbing a bag and beginning to stuff it full of clothes too, “And neither one of you can stop me. You need someone there to look out for you.” “I’ll be fine, I can hold my own.” I said, exasperated.

Hunter I’ve been overseeing the warriors’ training for few hours now, assessing their abilities to see who’ll be the most useful in the upcoming war with those rogues my mom warned me about. She didn’t say much else, since she didn’t want to stir anything, but her message was clear.

His grandmother smiles as he wipes his tears, but when our eyes meet, there's the same look of fear in both of us. Andrea Annington. That's the name of his mum, and the name of one of the countless women who have been taken away by rogues for... hell knows what. It hurts to even think about it. The wounded warriors coming in are piling up, so I put on a healer's apron and wash my hands to go help there. The young warrior before me looks like he might vomit as he stares at the gashes on his arm. It's a claw slash and it... it looks bad.

I told you, my mom is a badass. I let out a sigh of relief, but it was premature when easily a dozen others I didn't notice come out of nowhere. I suck in a sob, Mom may be a badass, but there's no way she can take on that many alone. They swarm her, and she lets out a vicious snarl that I could even hear all the way up here. There's a ray of hope when I see a group of warriors rushing towards her. My father was the head warrior; there was no way he would leave his mate and his daughter out here to fight on their own. Proving me right, my dad's gray wolf is leading them and heading straight to my mother. The warriors reach the vampires and jump right at them, but it's not enough. There were

“No! Please don't. I can't put you and Dad in trouble with the Queen. I won't risk our family like that.” “I regret the day I asked you to go with me to that charity event. If you hadn't come, Eleanor would never have seen you…and she wouldn't have chosen you for her son,” Mom said, her voice heavy with guilt. “It's okay, Mom, I'm not that weak. I may have lost my wolf and suffered from that trauma but I'm still capable of defending myself. I've trained hard these years. I'm a skilled warrior now. Don't worry me,” I reassured her.

Because most she-wolves were born to be omegas. But since my mother took the role of the Luna of this pack, none of those omegas were afraid to try to become a warrior if they wanted to. However it was hard to the point that most of them had already given up, there are still a few who remained and are now part of the elite group, inspiring aspiring betas to continue dreaming and not stop reaching for their dreams. This was one of the reasons I always believed my mother was stronger than what she made people believe. Because I can feel that behind the clumsy, careless facade that she was always wearing, was a warrior who was willing to fight for her people and find a way to teach them, and pr

"Oh, you did. Aren't you just one lucky child?" I smiled, "I guess I am." "So, who was it?" My mom asked. "I think you should know him. His name is Walker; he is a new warrior." "A new warrior?" I suddenly saw doubt and suspicion in my mom's eyes. "Yes, of course. I know not everyone would be like Rey, but the fact that he just came..." My mom's voice trailed off. "Oh, don't worry, mom. He is trustworthy." "You're sure about this?" she asked.

“Seems like you almost did already.” “Ah, asking around about me huh?” She says, realization dawning. “Yes.” I say seriously and she blinks before narrowing her eyes and saying nothing back. “What about parents? They are warriors, yes?” “If you asked about me, you already know.” She says her demeanor goes cold, closed off. “Amuse me, okay?” I ask and she sighs “Are they good warriors?” “No, they are the best, my mom took Anna under her wing and trained her, she is their pride and joy along with my older brothers Ty and Dylan.”