Romans & histoires Brambleberry Warriors

Rest I am not interested in mates and all. 'Wait for it, there will come a day when you will worship the land she walks on.' 'Keep waiting then.' I went inside, no one was around. That never happened usually, our pack house was always buzzing with people. Where is everyone? I saw my younger brother coming out of gym. "Hey Vinci, how you doing buddy. Why there is no one around" "Oh! Everyone is in gym. You need to see her, she is trashing all our warriors." Who was this she?

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

Focus, Emmy! “Um. I think at first glance, everyone checks out, but I’d like to review them all again. Bram targeted the warrior squad at Running River Pack and even convinced Mara to join the female squad to get more information. Warriors also have more access to the perimeter and security systems. If anyone was lying, they may not expect us to take a second look at them,” I say confidently. Something in my gut tells me it’s one of the fighters. How else could that letter have gotten under my door with nobody knowing?

My personal brand of hell. After the most excruciating ninety minutes of my life, the game finally ended and I was all but out of here, even as the cheers went on because the white and blue team won with Jason scoring two out of three goals. It was a team I suspected wasn't the Business and Accounting team if the looks of disappointment on some of mates' faces was any indication, that meant that Jason belonged to the STEM department.

I had been charged with leading many trainings such as this one before, but not only was this my first one as the official Field Marshall, there was one particular recruit I was hoping to gain more insight on. As I approached the training grounds I could see that some of the torches had already been lit. Even though Dhampirs had heightened senses and could see relatively well in the dark, we preferred to keep the grounds lit to avoid any accidents. We were wielding a variety of large, metal weapons after all. In the distance, I could see a familiar face prepping one of the fire pits. I considered sneaking up behind him and scaring the piss out of him, I did enjoy turning his face the same co

"Your trial is the flame gauntlet. Six torches, unlit. You have one minute to light all six using only will, no direct contact, and hold each flame steady for a count of ten before moving to the next." Sera stepped into the gauntlet, six iron torch stands arranged in a wide arc before her, and behind her she could hear the low murmur of the gallery, waiting, watching, half of them, she suspected, hoping to see her fail. "Begin," Renna said. Sera reached, and the first flame came fast, easy, obedient, curling to life atop the nearest torch without any of the wildness that had marked her Sorting. She held it steady, counted silently, moved to the second. It came just as clean.

There’s a brisk chill in the air as winter is drawing to a close, me and twelve other young women and men sit around the training area looking at all the fighting equipment there was an array of training mats, boxing gloves and wooden swords of all sizes. At the age of eighteen you were allowed to train to be a pack warrior and today is our first day of training for The Blue moon pack.

The dense mountains on the outskirts of kingdom Shogo were home to barbarian's tribe, barbarians were the monstrous beasts with their size bigger than normal people, they lived in dense forests in a group and would often fight with other tribes, they lived like animals, not enough powerful to take on kingdom they would often attack villages for food and loot, barbarians would rape the women of villages and then kill them, barbarian not only killed the villagers they would eat them as well, a real monsters indeed.

Warriors who were limping are now nearly healed. Children dart past, squealing and laughing. Serena, Reed, and Asher weave through the crowd passing out cups of cool springwater. The older men and women hand warriors jerky we dried yesterday and berries they forged while we were gone. “Lyra,” I say, stepping closer, lowering my voice so only she can hear. “Will you step aside with me for a moment?” She nods, falling into stride beside me. The sounds of the celebration still reach us, but the edge of the yard softens the noise.