Birchfall Warriors Novels & Stories

I couldn’t wait to hear what the fields were called. “So, for this month’s Flock of the Eagles: the Bison tribe are set up in Autumnkeep. If you follow this field straight down past the running track, you’ll come to a grove of trees. Walk straight through there, and you’re in the Autumnkeep field. The Bison tribe are known for their reliability, so do not delay – they want wolves that are prompt.” “The Mountain Lion tribe have set up their trial in Birchpath,” Alpha Felix continued. “If you look straight over to your left, you can see a little track worn into the grass. Follow that, and you’ll arrive at the Birchpath field.”

“Bai Hu. The Lord of Fuxi, protector of the West.” “The white tiger.” Jin nodded. “If we are to summon one of the holy beasts, Bai Hu is our best bet. Have you made up your mind?” Jade had almost forgotten about the decision she had to make. Now that she has seen Bai Hu, the legend didn’t sound as far-fetched as she thought. Besides, she needed to get home. No matter what it takes. With her jaws set and eyes fiery with determination, she nodded. “Yes. Let’s go find Bai Hu’s stars.”

He replied. “Far from it actually, you weren’t a rear guard but he said you stayed entrenched for a day before the 25th could muster another assault.” “Yes mam, we held that position for 18 hours. The Birchmen are relentless, but the right aim and the proper defenses can nullify any of their advantages.” “Advantages, what would that be exactly?” “They can blend into trees, into the dirt. They are masters of guerrilla warfare, their wild magic allows them to develop unorthodox weapons that most of our equipment is not ready for. They are also incredibly brave, they do not fear plasma nor bolt.”

I had been charged with leading many trainings such as this one before, but not only was this my first one as the official Field Marshall, there was one particular recruit I was hoping to gain more insight on. As I approached the training grounds I could see that some of the torches had already been lit. Even though Dhampirs had heightened senses and could see relatively well in the dark, we preferred to keep the grounds lit to avoid any accidents. We were wielding a variety of large, metal weapons after all. In the distance, I could see a familiar face prepping one of the fire pits. I considered sneaking up behind him and scaring the piss out of him, I did enjoy turning his face the same co

Evelyn pulled the Blood Sword from the wound in her chest, her blood flowing out, clinging to the blade like a living flame. Lucien raised his hand. The black sky rolled, from which the silhouettes of the Seraphim, the artificial entities he had assimilated, flew down like broken-winged angels. Each step they took left a trail of red fire, burning everything in their path. The final battle of Valenfort began.

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

Ravi didn't care about their past, but such disrespect was unacceptable. Thunderous laughter erupted from Adrian. He advanced closer to Ravi, who refused to divert his gaze from the intense eyes of the silver-haired man. Adrian's wings spread wide, failing to intimidate Ravi into fear. Instead, Ravi stepped forward and growled, "You better do what you want soon; I'm truly disgusted by looking at you."

Birchpelt asked, eyes flashing as she looked at Birdpaw seriously. Surprise swept through Birdpaw at the mention of her warrior assessment. For the first time, her paws felt numb as the snow underneath her. She didn't know what to say. The other apprentices hadn't even earned their warrior names, yet, and, Birchpelt was expecting her to pass her own assessment.

I woke with a start to being rocked violently and the sound of gunfire. Springing up I saw a hoard of Nephilim above us, surrounding us. I had never seen so many at once. Liam and Jason were already up, Liam's katana currently removing a head from the body of one Nephilim, Jason's guns blazing, hitting their mark each time. Todd was standing on top of the truck, his sickles already slick with blood; Devon behind him picking off the ones further out one by one. Fucking hell, no wonder I had a bad feeling. Their wings pounded, sending a thrumming throbbing into my head, I reached behind me to pull out my scythe. It felt alive in my hand, tingling with actual energy, light as a feather and dead

said Emilia, Athen and Emilia went their ways, in morning Athen just had to face one warrior, Athen decided to spend the night by the battle ground he ate his food and slept for the night. The next morning everyone gathered again for competition, villagers, and knights and the three fighter came to competition, "This morning Jeiko was found dead and hence Athen will move on to finals" said the knight "King Balak will join us for the final fight", the two warriors fought among themselves, the fight was vicious, there was blood everywhere, the fight went on for few minutes and then one of the warrior who was carrying a hammer bursted his opponent's head open with his hammer. With this the figh