Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

Sweet Bastard::: Serena closed her eyes, drawing closer into Alex's arms, she loved the feel of his strong arms around her body, " Alex, I can't work for you, there are still some loose end in whatever that's going on between us" she withdrew herself from his embrace, " you still haven't told me what happened between you and your Stepmother, I still can't get over the fact that it seems she hates me so much" Alex exhaled, his lips pressed in fine line, " Whatever has to do with pearl is none of your concern, I will deal with it myself"

Just as I was about to justify my rash actions, the backdoor to the warehouse swung open. Ten warriors in all-black uniform stormed in, scurrying around us and entrapping us in a circle. They held an abundance of deadly weapons. Two of the warriors aimed a bow and arrow at us. Four of them possessed a sword and shield whilst the other four held an axe. We had defeated a full warehouse of Obsidian warriors so there was no reason to feel intimidated by ten more warriors. Yet these ten in particular made me uneasy. Just by the way they entered the warehouse – subtly, yet confidently – and the swift manner in which they formed a bloodcurdling circle around us. Almost like they had done this coun

“Hey Dad, Cian? We are ready to go to Nemi’s house now!” Talia called as we were coming down to the main entrance to the hosue. “This way, Nemesis.” Alexander told me, pointing to a door to just to the right. I turned the handle and poked my head in. It was a huge garage, with 2 cars and one big black SUV. There was a wall of tools and some other random things on the opposite side of the garage. Cian rushed to the side of the black SUV and opened the back door. “Come on Nemi.” He said, grabbing my hand, and helping me into the giant vehicle. After he did the same for Talia, he climbed into the passenger seat. I thumbed the vial around my neck. “Be careful with that button. Use it only if you

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

We were strong, we were resilient, and we were united in our cause. With a final deep breath, I stepped out into the open air, ready to face whatever lay ahead. our warriors are ready for whatever the enemy packs throw at us. Every warrior knows their position and role to play in this conflict, and they are all working diligently towards their goals without any unnecessary fanfare or grandstanding.

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

Then, a deadly stampede began. A rush of terror hit Kayla as she looked around, terrified by the stampede but clueless about what was happening. Kayla swung her head to the right and her eyes met them. The people who Irene had seen in her vision. There were thirty combatants, all dressed in black combat uniforms, and black gas masks. Their vermilion-red eyes were visible in the black gas masks they wore. They held guns and black, steely shields with VM as a symbol. Kayla knew who they were. They were V Empire warriors.

The remaining delegates arrive by the afternoon and they’re far more accommodating that the ones from the Black Wolves Pack. The fact that we managed to reach out to even three wolf packs who are willing to build alliances with us is a massive feat. The Midnight Wolves Pack and the Wind Winder Pack have both suffered at the hands of the order of Eternity but managed to save their respective packs. The Black Wolves Pack is mostly composed of merchants and they trade with humans regularly. That is why when they detected something strange happening years ago, they closed ranks and refused to let anyone in. However, just because they have not been directly affected, doesn't mean they're not awar