Blackstar Warriors Novels & Stories

"Tell him that he's going to fight alongside me then, he should step inside and not stand as a spectator. I need to know who is for me or against me." I said that loud and clear to his hearing if he actually did and a sharp gasp escaped from his lips. "Okay, this is not cool at all." He said. "What is it?" "The warriors," he exclaimed. "Damn! They were not visible but they were all emerging from all the corners of the pack. What the fuck?" He exclaimed In fear and his breathing was ragged. "What do they look like?" I asked. "I seriously don't know, they have black art of ink on their face and they are -"

With a unified, deafening howl that shattered the silence of the forest, the Blackwood vanguard charged down the slope, a tidal wave of silver and dark fur rushing straight toward the gates of the Moonlight Pack. The war had officially begun, and I would not stop until Darren Clarke's kingdom was reduced to ash.

Cali “Shit! it was all one big distraction. Shit!” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them and suddenly, I heard Tristan’s voice across the radio. “Cali, what’s going on?” Rather than announcing the problem to all the warriors I mind linked my mate, so thankful for the unlimited distance that came with the mark of a mate. ‘They are attacking Blackrock, the warriors that were lying in wait on the west of Dark Forest, they weren’t there for them they were waiting for us to send all of our warriors south. We just lost two men on the border.’

There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name. James Bills, Black’s right hand man. There may be little or no POV’s in his name. Marigold Mills, Susan’s best friend/ James’ mate. There will be little or no POV’s in her name. Mariam Parrish, Susan’s mum. There may be little or no POV’s in her name. Jack MooreAsmodius], villain. Little or no POV’s in his name. Solomon Parrish, Susan’s senior brother. No POV’s in his name.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

A howl erupted from the standing werewolf, his muzzle still slick with fresh blood. It was soon echoed by others in the crowd, revelling in the brutality of their own making. It was both a celebration and a warning: this was Blackwood, and only the strong survived. Pathetic. Ending another of their own in the name of entertainment. I leaned closer to Axel, who sat beside me with his arms lazily draped over the back of his chair. "Are they warriors?” I asked in a hushed voice, my curiosity overriding my disgust. "No," he replied flatly, not bothering to look at me.

For in the heart of every warrior, there burned a light no darkness could extinguish. The ground beneath my feet quivered with the final cries of The Black Faes, their eerie wails fading into the night as we, the allied packs, stood firm. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the rush of victory surge through my veins like wildfire. Around me, warriors roared their triumph, their voices lifting into the dark sky, intertwining with the howls of our kind.

There are at least ten werewolves in attendance, and my eyes widen as I take them in. At first glance, I can tell that over half of them are warriors, but I've never seen pack warriors like this before. Not even Zervos pack warriors measure up. They stand strong, each equipped in black soft armor with sheathed weapons strapped to either their backs or sides. As we approach, the warriors collectively incline their heads in a respectful bow towards us - though I know the gesture is meant for Dominicus - before looking forward again, their gazes fixed on some point in the distance.

Their eyes glimmered with a malefic light, revealing their true nature as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting nation. The Black Wolves bore a distinct mark of their predatory nature. Etched upon their bodies, each member possessed a sinuous tattoo, resembling a coiled serpent with piercing crimson eyes. The mark adorned their bare arms, a visible symbol of their allegiance to the pack and their dedication to the impending destruction they sought.

She quickly stepped back, her heart pounding as she waited for what was about to happen. “Clink, clink, clink.” The sound of metal clashing repeatedly echoed. Someone was trying to break the lock to get in. Cara held her breath, tensely awaiting what would come next. Then, after two long years, the door finally swung open. In front of her stood a group of unfamiliar warriors. They wore black armor with a red moon symbol on their chests, completely different from the Dark Eclipse pack’s uniforms. Before Cara could say anything, the leader of the wolf warriors spoke: