Bloodclan Warriors Novels & Stories

Vicious, greedy thieves of the night, determined to destroy the one clan that they’d always seemed to despise! There were so little of us left that there were still houses lying empty, dark and quiet. I looked out my bedroom window, past the secluded village at the foreboding woods ahead. I watched in fear every night as the few guards we had with us patrolled the area. I hated it here at night, it was so eerie, cold and isolated and the threat that loomed just past the trees made my skin prickle with goosebumps. Very few of us were content here, and although it looked a lot prettier and cosy during the day, we were always on edge, we felt too close to the monsters that burst through our lan

Maybe she is on working duty. I ignored it and walked out through the back door and casually around the blink to find where the warriors were training. Romeo -the gamma- is known for his super strength and warrior abilities. He was formerly the epsilon but became the gamma because the role was vacant. Romeo is in charge of training the wolves and was assigned to train the future alpha when the time is right for his training. Romeo spotted me and came to me immediately he spotted me, leaving the warriors to continue repeating the routine they were practicing before I came.

Hunter demanded. “That I don’t know, my dad would. She was taken from the White Star pack, she was the beta’s daughter. Everyone in their family had brown fur with white boots on their paws. Some of the pack was just pure white, it was a sight to see,” I said, remembering the day Blood Claw had invaded. It was my first real battle. A shudder ran through me and I visibly shook. “What was that,” Skyler said.

No one had ever told them what kind of monsters Black Claw could raise. Devin corners one behind the smokehouse, wringing information out of him like water from a pelt. The answer is always the same: someone, somewhere, has promised them land. A new Luna, with a brood of three, is a threat that must be erased. No names, only scent, vague as the wind. Elena recognizes council politics, but the precision is not their style. This is the old wild, the territory of ghost alphas and the mad packs that never took to cities or treaties. In the spring, Elena stands watch over a pyre. Rogues do not get burials, but Black Claw burns the bodies, just the same. She holds the triplets in her arms, and the

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

His vampire clan was present and they were quiet went Ammar took the center and demanded their attention. "Tonight, King Nero Severus Xerxes will be one with his future Queen. She will leave her human last name and be Tessa Xerxes of the Xerxes vampire clan. She will be one with our King and in relation we will protect our Queen with our lives. Those who disapprove of their unity come forward now and you may leave the clan." I was looking at the crowd as Ammar paused to let anyone voice their disapproval. I didn't think they would easily leave the clan though I was curious as to who didn't want me as their Queen. But when the crowd went boringly quiet, Ammar carried on.

They might fear the sickle of death, but they could not let anyone taint their clan’s honored Priestess without retaliation. The Blood Wolves clan’s population is only less than five hundred individuals, and half of them are the old that are long past their prime, and children that are still unable to defend themselves from adult soldier werewolves of the Royal Ark clan that has been polished to endure the cruelty of a battlefield.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

The constellation on his sternum throbbed in a defensive sapphire hue, creating a thermal dome that kept the air breathable for us, but the atmosphere beyond this bubble reeked of old blood and overheated iron. A collective, deranged howl rose from the outer valleys. It was not the coordinated song of a hunting pack; it was a shriek of cannibal madness. The thousands of warriors who had followed the Gray Fang clan’s rebel captains were not taking tactical positions. They tore off their chainmail with their own claws, bit their wooden shields until their teeth splintered, and ran on all fours toward the lower walls of Blood Moon—their eyes completely white, blinded by the radiation from the l

“It’s the weather… morale… we didn’t sleep well.” “No one sleeps well in war,” Calla snapped. She turned to the kitchen wolves behind her. “You’ve worked harder than most warriors I’ve seen. Claire, Brin, Oda—you’ve carried the spirit of this camp.” Claire bowed her head. Oda, standing in the back, gave a small shrug. Calla pivoted to the rest. “But you—how can you wield claws when you won’t even hold a broom?” There was silence. And then, Fari stepped forward.