Berrynose Warriors Novels & Stories

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

Everyone paused, forks in midair, eyes turning my way. I met their stares, my expression serious. “Rouges.” “No way,” Fay blurted, eyes wide. “They crossed into pack territory. Not just sniffing around the border—they made it into the living area. Warriors chased them out, but they were fast and smart. We didn’t catch anyone.” I was still upset that I was at the opposite side of the pack at that moment. The table quieted. Even our dad leaned back, arms crossed. “But the real shitshow?” I added grimly. “They were in our backyard.”

I chose to fight for a world where our children can grow up free. Take care of each other. Love each other. And remember me. I sealed the letters and hid them under the floorboard in the library. Then I went to war. --- The Blackspire Battle Brynn Hollis' POV We marched at dusk. Five hundred wolves. Silver Creek. Graypeak. Shadowpine. Verdant Creek. Rogues who had nowhere else to go. Omegas who wanted to fight. Warriors who had lost everything to the Shepherd. Dax led the main column. I walked beside him, Luna Rose's cradle strapped to my back—empty. She was safe in the mountains with Vera and my mother. Micah was with them too.

“I mean, I’ve been training for the job forever, so it just feels natural at this point. I was supposed to take title from my dad after graduating from high school last year. But because of the whole battle and everything that happened, it’s been put off until the alpha heir gets back from college in a couple years, and we’ll both succeed our fathers then.” We all remembered the battle that happened three years ago. Our pack, the Midnight Maple Pack, had been called in to defend our ally in Quebec, the Lune Nordique Pack, against one of their enemies, the Bois Sombre Pack, who had waged war on them. The battle lasted at least a week, and we lost many of our warriors. Our pack was still affec

They looked at each other before looking back at us and then looking at each other again before they burst out laughing. "We were literally planning to steal this old thing a couple of weeks ago and now you wanna back out?" Remmi asked. "That was before when we didn't have any answers, we know all about the war now so this isn't necessary. We need to give it back." I said. "We know about the war, but we don't know anything about the Syrens. Don't you want to find out why they were so much more powerful than all the other clans?" She asked, gesturing to the book with her eyes.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

He was in deep trouble now! Benson had long since heard of the Pendragon Warriors' reputation. The Pendragon Warriors were among the most elite and most ruthless soldiers one would ever have the misfortune to meet. They had served the frontline of the battlefield, which equipped every single one of them with razor-sharp instincts and merciless ferocity.

Her eyes turn bloody Red, no sign of pupils or white in her eyes and she let's out a scream so loud I swear we are going to be deaf. I step back covering my ears and Trevor does the same, by the time the sound dies down, she's gone, it was only then it really dawned on me that the area is now more lit and you can hear the crickets and cicada’s, it was nothing but silence before *thud, thud* both warriors fall to the ground unconscious.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Now those same warriors bleed for my grandson’s future. Pride swells in my chest, fierce and painful. Garrick,I send privately. Your wolves held the eastern breach longer than expected. Thank you. The old warrior’s reply comes gruff but steady. We were wrong then, Rowena. We won’t be again. For the child. Below, Sienna’s golden pillar intensifies. Kieran’s black wolf form tears through Architect troops guarding the hive entrance, claws and fangs a blur of fury. Callum’s spark feeds them both, turning desperation into something unstoppable.