Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

A Crescent warrior shoved a Black Hollow male with his shoulder. “You think we forgot what your pack did to us?” The Black Hollow warrior growled instantly. “Say another word.” More wolves stepped forward and Kael moved fast and grabbed his warrior by the arm. “Stand down.” Darius stepped in front of his own men. “Nobody moves.” Nobody listened, another shove, another growl and then suddenly fists flew and everything exploded at once. Warriors crashed into each other, someone hit the ground hard, another wolf shifted halfway, claws tearing through his fingers.

“Nightmares: a level of power long forgotten because of the rarity of people with this level of power. But that was what the Black Dragon was. And like other Mystic Path Users at the Nightmare level, he had his own title: the Black Warrior. Because Mystic Path Users were fundamentally different from New Types, they didn’t earn titles based on ordinary animal forms because their power was beyond that. They could summon flames and ice and could manipulate the elements based on their affinities. And the Black Warrior was no different. Legend says that he had the ability to manipulate darkness, and his power was called the Darkness Set. The Darkness Set was a set of armor that Black Warrior coul

Assessing and calculating. Dangerous. Beside him emerged Damon, Silas and Kieran with the rest of their squads moving behind them. Black tactical uniforms. Silver weapons. Specialized wolves trained for rogue containment and border warfare. Not pack soldiers. Hunters. Blackridge warriors shifted uneasily watching them cross the courtyard. Fair. My brothers had always carried the kind of calm violence that made sensible people nervous. Rowan looked up toward the balcony. Found me instantly. Then relaxed slightly. Only slightly. “That one’s definitely the scary brother,” Mara muttered quietly.

Plural? Lyra was going crazy as she howled for them, but my head was screaming hell no. Three mates? That was just insane. And these guys were tall, tattooed, and worst of all are the Blackthorn Riders, the lycan biker gang that’s been terrorizing my pack for years. They’ve left my people bruised and scared, and I hated their guts. But that scent was pulling me in, and I hate how my body’s betraying me.

Another comes from my blind side. They are too predictable. They know how I fight. I twist and slam my attacker to the side. They are good, but they are fighting a pack defending their home, and that is different. Wesley takes down two attackers beside me, moving like controlled violence. Blackmoor warriors fight with precision, forcing the attackers back step by step, but they don’t retreat cleanly. They’re trying to draw us outward. ‘Trap,’ Riddick growls. I pull our line back deliberately.

"They’re invoking the old law to replace the Luna Circle and the Alpha Council." "Can we stop it?" she asked. "We have to." Kael and Aria slipped through the trees, flanking the clearing. Rhys nodded and vanished into the shadows—his part done. Kael raised two fingers, signaling the warriors hidden nearby. They had followed in secret: loyal members of the Blackstone Pack who would lay down their lives for their Alpha and Luna. The ambush was swift. Wolves burst from the trees, surrounding the circle. Roars echoed into the night as teeth clashed, and the battle began.

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

He knew it was taboo for a citizen of the Arzona Capital to like Alkhun Berhalksawn when they were supposed to vote for Marlo. Because he was the strongest archer, every time Marlo berhalksawn would go back to his hometown everyone would be shocked at the appearance, but most for the strongest warriors on every field. He'll challenge 5 warriors on every field and kick their asses. Cyan was included on that one.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.