Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

This was sent to every member of Blakemore. “Anyone capable of combat of eighteen or more will be accepted. Everyone participating will receive warriors pay and high risk bonuses. I also open up to external warriors, mercenaries, allies, all capable fighters. Today, Blakemore is raising the biggest army werewolves have ever seen. And I won’t limit this to wolves, or shifters—any warriors, period.” He managed to have a calm that I knew I was absolutely incapable to have in such a situation. I would never have the strength.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

“I sent the both of you out here to at the very least calm down and keep your eyes out of the matter but you both can’t just stop stepping on each other’s tail, can you?!” “Don’t you dare speak to me! You don’t even have it in you to keep your le-“ Before Hakan could even continue his sentence, the stinging pain of his cheek had pushed him back a couple of steps away from the twins. “Go ahead and continue that sentence, see where will that lead you Hakan,” it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly.

The men who went inside were all struggling to get out of the tent and it fell atop them and the tiger. Smiling to herself, Sara removed the fallen tent from their body as they ran away like mad men. The least they expected was a tiger inside a young girl's tent who was camping in a forest. Sara put all her things well and mounted her tiger as they continued their journey towards Autumn town. Sara inhaled sharply when she saw a few warriors in their uniforms staring at her with groggy eyes. One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping.

Raven and I fought our way toward Black, who sat on the council seat like a self-made king on his throne. He was laughing hysterically throughout the attack. The guy was crazy. I took a glance at our warriors. They were fighting with everything in them. I could see the number of our enemies was decreasing with time. The werebears were brutal in their attack and I wasn’t surprised that Bjorn chose his best warriors for this. And the Lycans have been trained for situations like these and I was damn proud of each of their efforts. I growled. My wolf was ready to pounce on him. His emotions were a mess with a mixture of rage and fear.

He smiled apologetically as he took the cup. "Xander, who else knew that you were attacking today?" I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this just as much as he did. Xander let out a deep breath. "No one. Just the Betas. And when they summoned their people, they told them to report for training." I nodded. "So, who won?" But I knew well that there were no clear winners in war. And this was clearly a war between shifters and Hunters. "We did, but Rush Balista escaped again." Xander shook his head. "He was tipped off."

The guard left then came back after a few minutes with the Black Moon warriors, they were big buff men that looked like bodybuilders, their cold look was very intimidating to a lot of people around. “Take a seat and eat. Am sure you are also hungry since we last ate breakfast before we left.” the warriors just nodded and took their seats and started dishing out for themselves without saying a word or sparing a glance at anyone in the room. “You are going too far now young alpha,” Aiden spoke up and Collin looked at him indifferently. “Is that so?” he asked Aiden

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

Its fingers alone were larger than towers. Black mist flowed from cracks in its skin. The Gatewalker immediately attacked. The two colossal figures collided. The impact shattered part of the city. Shockwaves rolled across rooftops. Entire districts vanished beneath falling debris. Even from this distance, the battle felt unreal. Nobody in the tower spoke. Nobody knew what to say. Eventually Rowan whispered the question everybody was thinking. "What in God's name is that?" Elara's face became grim. "One of the Wardens." The answer raised even more questions.