Warrior Mom Novels & Stories

I believe that was the same question everyone were asking them self. "She got the wisdom from me" Mom replied and everyone burst out laughing. We understood what mom meant by that. The warriors thought it was just a joke. They were not aware that mom was the one who invited them but it was my Dad's name that she used. Nobody would have believed that Mom did that, but there was no need to tell an outsider. It was just within us. "I really like the way you think so fast. You are very calculative" one of the warrior said

She'll always go mama wolf to protect me from harm. My father was the best, he taught me how to throw a punch and stand up for myself. As the trainer and warrior's daughter, people loved me, parents wanted their kids to be friends with me since they knew I was already training as a female warrior. Female warriors were hard to find around here because of the intense training they undergo but I wanted to be one of those rare warriors. Wanted to stand out and make my parents proud. I didn't want them to feel bad for not having a son to take over the position of a trainer after he retired.

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.

"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.

Her hair was falling down and there was blood on her cheek, but she had never looked more wonderful. “Mom!” I called, my voice carrying away on the wind. She didn’t even turn to me, as though I hadn’t spoken at all. “Mom!” “Alpha!” someone else shouted. My mother and I turned in unison. It was my mother’s Beta, Arden. She was holding her right arm, clearly injured, the tip of her sword dragging on the ground. “Arden!” my mother called, rushing to her. “We’re overwhelmed,” Arden panted, glancing around desperately, as though trying to find someone amidst the flurry of warriors and werecats. “Do we retreat?”

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.

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.