Berrynose Warriors Novels & Stories

In her vision, almost every corner of the room was covered in the blood and corpses of the wariors. "This can't be, in just a moment they've taken the lives of several of our wariors. No!" Luna Cery growled. "Come on, Mom!" called Rhena with an expectant look. "You go first, maybe it's time for mommy to give help to the herd," Luna Cery replied briefly. Age said he immediately moved forward to face the attack of the Alpha Female Sniders who continued to move forward. The Alpha Female's movements were wild and smooth.

The earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with energy, each footfall aligning with the rhythm of the wild. Through a parting of the foliage, a clearing revealed itself, a sanctuary of chaos and fury. Her breath hitched as her eyes drank in the sight before her—an awe-inspiring clash of warriors, their forms a blur of movement and determination. The warriors of the Dark Moon Pack, renowned for their fierce loyalty and unwavering strength, were locked in an epic confrontation with their formidable adversaries.

I could feel it flowing into me as a cool soothing feeling battled with the anger and burning rage. It was as if two halves of me were battling to take hold of me, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. When we spotted the warriors fighting with what I recognised as Trent’s wolf and two others I connected to my warriors. They stood down straight away, even as I can hear Dylan shouting through the link to all available warriors to look for me, they stood down at my word.

I was ready to fight her but was silent when Prince Deacon’s Lycan voice once again boomed inside the tent. His blazing eyes were focused on Bryson, asking, “How many warriors did you bring?” Bryson jolted and stood properly as he bowed to Prince Deacon, replying, “We brought a battalion with us, composed of my troops and Glenda’s, totaling 400 warriors.” Narrowing my eyes, I watched their exchange while wondering what Prince Deacon was talking about when he suddenly asked such a thing in the middle of the topic about my parents. He nodded his head and surprisingly let out a praise. “Good!”

since you wanna play hard remember your men are under my control I can make them do this "he sad and snap his finger and all the wolf warriors behind him unleash their claws. "you wanna use out warriors against us " Cheyenne said glaring at him but he shook his head . " that won't be fun . now claw your hearts " he said and warriors obeyed .they stabbed their claws into their chest ,not with out wincing in pain and blood gushed out the sight was horrible and right now am starting to think it was a mistake taking the girl .

There was no way he or his troops would leave Mother and Alise unprotected. As the group deliberated, a distant rumble echoed through this unknown landscape. The ground beneath them trembled, and a mysterious mist slowly enveloped the area. Renée's warrior instincts kicked in, urging everyone to stay alert. The Wolf-Shifter warriors took their cues from Renée, fanning out, ready to battle whatever came their way.

A sharp black eyebrow lifted upwards over unearthly green eyes that resembled a serpent with blood red lip set themselves into a hard line. "As you know," Cassandra finally spoke. "The committee intends to give Nathaniel Thorn and his men a fair trial. Those found innocent will be released from custody and those found guilty will be given an appropriate punishment. However, Thorn's Alpha title is suspended pending investigation, meaning the pack has no Alpha and so makes it susceptible to being invaded by another pack of rogues. Word will get out soon and it won't be long before any wannabe and their friends come looking to lay down a challenge for the title. We will have a war on our hands

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Raven and I fought our way toward Black, who sat on the council seat like a self-made king on his throne. He was laughing hysterically throughout the attack. The guy was crazy. I took a glance at our warriors. They were fighting with everything in them. I could see the number of our enemies was decreasing with time. The werebears were brutal in their attack and I wasn’t surprised that Bjorn chose his best warriors for this. And the Lycans have been trained for situations like these and I was damn proud of each of their efforts. I growled. My wolf was ready to pounce on him. His emotions were a mess with a mixture of rage and fear.

His chest heaved heavily and blood stained across his clothes. I stood stiff, curious, and surprised. “What’s going on?” “It’s Ceryn!” he shouted, dropping to his knees. “She’s back, she’s killed over ten of our warriors! She’s fighting with Beta Nelson right now, and she’ll take him down too if you don’t come fast. She’s… she’s a monster!” My eyes went wide, fury igniting within me. “Ceryn… that bitch! How dare she show her face to my pack again?”