Bloodclan Warriors Novels & Stories

BLAKE “We’ve got our warriors stalking the perimeter of the Bois Sombre Pack. But their territory is too big to cover every part of it.” Beta Alfred walked into the bridal suite where I was now congregated with Luke, Jack, Kyle, Alex, Talia, and Tyce.

He’s bigger, trained—but I have rage and desperation and a Lycans need to protect running through my veins. He swings. I take the blow and give one back. Pain lights my vision. I taste blood. Another warrior rushes in. Then Stevie’s there, a blur of teeth and claws, ripping the second wolf away from me. I get my feet under me and lunge again, shifting half-way—hands becoming claws, teeth lengthening. The first warrior tries to retreat. I don’t let him. When it’s over, he’s not moving. I spin, heart hammering. “Claire!”

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

Instead, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, racing toward the pack house with my heart pounding in my chest. When I got there, what I saw sent terrible chills racing down my spine. The pack house doors stood wide open, and warriors were streaming in and out like angry birds disturbed from their nest. Their faces were twisted with rage and something else I could not name. Without hesitating, I slipped between their legs, following the terrible sounds deeper into the building where I was not supposed to go without permission. The marble floors that usually shone like perfect mirrors were muddy now, covered with dirt and something darker that made my stomach turn.

Then they attacked. The Night Bliss warriors, however, were fully read. Killian recognized the Alpha right away by his mark and leaped for him. They tackled each other to the ground, their wolves nipping and attacking each other wherever they could touch. Seeing their Alpha fighting, sent the two clans into a crazed frenzy. They leaped for each other, claws ripping through the skin, jaws slicing through bone. They showed no mercy. The clan gave it their best, but they were completely and utterly obliterated by the Night Bliss clan.

She did not know how she knew, but she could tell he had urged her on and even rooted for her to win. His face popped up in front of her. "Each wolf clan bleeds according to the colours they represent, that is how the moon goddess made it. For instance, the white wolf clan bleeds white, blue clan, blue, black clan, black, and so on. We are unique that way, unlike you humans who all bleed red, although. . ." He turned to look at Storm whose hand was now covering his leg. "I am a bit surprised he is bleeding white."

Warriors shifting mid-stride, racing toward the sanctuary. The sacred grounds were on fire when we arrived. Shadow Clan members were everywhere. At least forty of them. Their red eyes glowed. Dark energy crackled around their hands. They were trying to break through the sanctuary doors. The ancient wolf inside was their target. "Protect the sanctuary!" I roared through the pack link. My warriors crashed into the Shadow Clan. Teeth and claws met dark magic. I tore through two Shadow Clan members immediately. Their dark forms dissolved into ash. But more came. They kept coming.

The next, the air splits with war cries—howls echoing through the trees like a nightmare that’s found its way into daylight. Bloodclan. I see them—dozens, no, hundreds—pouring out from the forest like a living shadow. Their eyes are feral, wild with rage and bloodlust. Their mouths drip red, their claws already stained from their last kill. They don’t wear armor. Just scraps of cloth, scars, and the stench of death. “Defensive formation!” the General roars. His voice shakes the earth. “Hold your ground—attack on my mark!” Steel clashes with teeth. Screams slice through the chaos. The Fenrath soldiers charge, blades flashing under the sun, meeting the Bloodclan in a storm of violence. The air

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”