Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

“Yeah, their Black Wind Fleet is equipped with more than 20 Thunderbolt warcraft.” “I’m surprised that the Black Wind Pirates dare to appear in Black Tiger City.” Philip noticed the same logos on the dozens of warcraft approaching and asked Kane. “Master, they're the Black Wind Pirates. They're equipped with the Thunderbolt warcraft, which have mediocre attack power but quick reflexes.” Philip nodded and said, “Just take them down.” At Philip’s command, energy fluctuations appeared on the Black Hawk warcraft, and dozens of energy bombs were fired at the Thunderbolt warcraft.

“Who are you, and why have you entered Ashborn land?” “We’re from Black Stone Pack. We’re tracking a rogue werewolf,” their leader said. “There are no rogues here,” the captain replied coldly. “This is Ashborn territory. Leave now or be treated as enemies.” The Black Stone warriors hesitated. Their orders were clear: kill Pauline, no exceptions. Tension crackled in the air. In a flash, both sides shifted into their wolf forms. The Ashborn wolves were larger, stronger, more commanding. The clash was brief.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

"Instead of standing there completely clueless, your knees should be dropping to the stone to beg his wolf for absolute mercy!" Gerard clutches his rapidly swelling face, his mind going completely blank. Beg for mercy? What the hell was happening inside his own citadel? Nothing was making any sense to his old wolf anymore. Suddenly, about two hundred heavily armed warriors dressed in solid black tactical suits rush violently into the building, quickly subduing every single one of the remaining Blackfang rogue thugs within seconds. The suited warriors quickly part down the middle to make a clear path as two dominant figures walk directly into the chaos.

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.

She ran even faster when she smelled blood, which meant there was some kind of battle going on. Hera arrived at the end of the alley and noticed two enormous wolves in the middle of the vast grassland. The black wolf, Esteban, is on top of the gray wolf whom she recognizes as his lover, Marcus. Esteban is significantly larger than Marcus, putting him at a disadvantage. Hera yelled angrily, "Esteban!" She then instantly transformed into a wolf and snatched Esteban by the back. She pulled him away from Marcus who was now bleeding.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

With a nod, the Bluefur warriors charged forward, their werewolf forms bursting forth as they sprinted toward the Blackmoon Pack's defenses. Denzel's voice rang out, "Hold the line! Let them come to us!" The Blackmoon warriors stood firm, their growls and snarls mingling with the Bluefur Pack's battle cries. Ezrianna's magical barriers flared to life, illuminating the battlefield with ethereal energy. Claudine, Denzel's right-hand warrior, launched herself forward, her claws flashing in the sunlight. Kris and Ronald led their flanks, coordinating their attacks with precision.

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started