Novel & Cerita Ashfur Warriors

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

Asher glanced at me and then nodded. “Good afternoon guys,” Asher said, his voice loud and clear. “The first snow has hit us, which means the winter is officially here. In less than a month we might be facing a fucking devastating war…” Loud murmurs spread through the warriors and hunters, everyone looking concerned. “Yes,” Asher nodded. “We will be facing not just werewolves, but even vampires and goddess know what else. I won’t try to sugarcoat it one bit but we’re pretty fucked up at the moment.”

She said before walking away from me and walking off towards Antony who was standing with a small group of warriors that I am assuming were accompanying us to the Fae world. We had all loaded up in the 5 Cadillac ESV 3.0 L Duramax Turbo. The blacked-out vehicles were all equipped with blacked-out windows to prevent anyone from looking in. Each vehicle held 7 of us. In the lead, we had 7 of our most trusted warriors. The second vehicle was Sam, Thaddeus, and their 5 warriors as they wanted to go on behalf of Gabi. In my vehicle that was sandwiched in the middle was one of the rogue warriors driving, Antony in the front seat with him. Then Athea and I were in the captain's seats with 3 more wa

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

he barked, voice breaking. The command hit my wolf. My feet tried to obey. My chest exploded with pain. “No!” I screamed, and the word ripped out of me like a blade. The ash surged. Not drifting. Not swirling. Surging like a wave. It slammed into the creature, driving it back, pinning it against the ravine wall with a force that shook the rock. The creature thrashed, snarling, teeth snapping at air, but the ash held—thick, black, boiling.

I pushed past the bed, sprinted down the hall, slammed my shoulder into the door of the next ward until the window opened wide enough to see. And there she was. Ashlyn. A black Honshu wolf the size of a damn truck, her orange eyes burning like molten fire as she tore through Thoran’s lions. Her claws shredded their armor like paper. She picked them up in her jaws and threw them across the street like they weighed nothing. Her fur bristled with power, every movement sharp, deliberate, unstoppable. Beside her, wings cut the air. Krav’s dragon swooped low, his scales flashing blue-black in the torchlight. His claws raked across the rooftops, pulling lions from their perches and tossing them int

Kent responded. “Okay then, I guess we have a place to start,” Ryder said. "Do you remember how many fighters he has?” “Not too many,” it was now Peter speaking, “maybe about one hundred to one hundred fifty rogues and about fifty of those are actual warriors that were banished, lone wolves or left their pack voluntarily. “How good are they?” Ryker asked. Peter snorted, “they will be no match for RedFang warriors.” “That’s all I need to know,” Ryker said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Caleb, come with me, we have teams to put together four teams to go on and find that asshole. Sorry, Ryder.” Ryker wrinkled his nose.