Birchfall Warriors Novels & Stories

Lastly, my dear Jake was getting comfortable with Richard, they were not friends but cordial enough. Things were getting serious with Black Devil coming forth with attacks. On the other end, Richard and all our alliances were planning to attack his base which were indeed the caves in the territory of Alpha Ace. There were lots of planning, discussions, and strategies that needed to be worked upon. Richard was constantly in meetings with other Alphas and I was busy with Warrior training. We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. ______

"If she's still alive, why is she still not showing up? With the news of the werewolves murdering innocent people so widely circulated, why is she still doing nothing?" Hera remained silent at first. "Maybe she isn't ready yet." ***** CALLIE dropped her cell phone after seeing the news on her social media account about the village being attacked by werewolves. She closes her eyes, concerned about the situation of her tribesmen. Callie couldn't quite imagine that because of the death of their former Queen Mother everything would all end like this. This is not what the late queen had taught them. She never taught them to harm other people. "Is this what you want to happen, Althaia?"

Iris nodded. “This world is full of bad people, Iris. Protect yourself, be sharp, and stay focus all the time. When I and Colt, or Frost are not around, at least you know how to fight back.” “Got it.” “Okay. Now lower your head, arms up, and don’t forget your stance.” Iris did as he said—left foot forward and right at her back. “Now, jab. Punch me,” Darick ordered. “What?” She looked at him. Darick was a few inches shorter than me, but he was strong and knocked down a few guys.

he urged, pulling Alex to safety as the enemy closed in around them. In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Sergeant O'Connor shielded Alex from the brunt of the enemy's fury, his final words a testament to their shared bond forged in the crucible of war. "Make me proud, Alex," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper as he slipped away, leaving Alex alone amidst the carnage. Amidst the chaos of battle, Alex's scream pierced the air, a primal roar of unleashed fury. His eyes blazed a fiery crimson, the telltale sign of his werewolf nature unleashed. Razor-sharp nails extended from his fingers, ready to rend and tear with lethal precision.

I can feel my tears forming and dropping. Please, don't take him away from me! Please! And I finally drift into painful unconsciousness! ****** *WILLIAM* “From my observation, it seems that the warriors will all be coming from the strongest Packs of different cardinal territories. Hera came from Aquatic of the South,Aurora from Greenspan of the west and Zoe from Mystic of the East. Now, the fourth warrior Iris will for sure come from the strongest Pack of the South, Bronchus.” Zack states in length.

“You wouldn’t have heard of it. It’s strictly between heaven, hell and the fallen.” “What’s a fallen?” “It’s someone who used to be an angel in a past life. When they’re resurrected, they’re identified by a specific birth mark. You, my dear, are one of the fallen. You should have a birth mark that’s shaped like a star. It’s in different places for different individuals but your parents found yours on your hipbone.” What the hell. This is way too much information that I wasn’t expecting. I’m essentially in the middle of a holy war, if what she’s saying is the truth.

She lay down… trying to sleep. Randu fell asleep and saw a terrible sight. Terrible for her, she saw bloodshed in a fairly large field. Looking again, she seems to know this field… ah yes… this is the field where she trained with Burdak. The field, which was filled with dirt and weeds, is now flooded with blood. Dozens, maybe hundreds of corpses lay there… not stopping, the victims kept falling. Randu thought this must be a human.. because they died quickly, without any resistance from the wolves. This is a war between werewolves and humans. Ten against a hundred. Ten werewolves slaughtered a hundred… and they won.

Asher Apparently, the situation was much worse in WillowCreek. The damage done there was brutal, with the loss of a little boy barely older than eight. The motherfuckers had also done quite a bit of damage to the Willow Creek property, but thankfully they had been stopped, or they just left before they could enter the primary perimeter of the pack. Unlike Jordan, Alpha Archer wasn’t really in the welcoming mood.

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.

"Everything go all right tonight?" "Fine. Kept me on my toes, though. Archer Falls is one scary bastard." Damien chuckled. "The panther shifter from New York?" "That's the one. How about here? Quiet night?" He and his brother walked shoulder to shoulder through the halls. "Yeah, nothing major. The weres and vamps are all nice and quiet. Nothing at the usual hot spots, bars and run-down motels. I thought for sure we'd have a vamp nest or two to bust into, you know?"