Novel & Cerita Bramblestar Warriors

“Let’s just focus on putting as much distance between ourselves and the battle as possible for now. Then, we’ll worry about the logistics.” “Our warriors are dying out there.” Damon shot me a devastating look. “They’re already dead.” My stomach lurched at the thought. Forty warriors. Forty good men and women. All dead because we were cocky, panicked, and didn’t prepare properly enough. But none of us had expected the Bloodmoon warriors to fight like that. They were all wielding ruby weapons—all of them. How many more were there with weapons like that? What sort of atrocities could those weapons perform? I shuddered as visions of those bloodthirsty warriors marching on the territories flashed

We were swallowed by the night. The cliffhanger held, the barrier breached, Bram’s coven inside, my warriors falling back to hold a line that did not look like it would hold for long. There was no time to think. Only the blade between my fingers and the small, furious life inside my abdomen reminding me why I could not yield.

My vision blurred red. She stood quietly among them, her hair tied back in a messy braid, a loose shirt hanging off one shoulder. My wolf growled, savage and primal. One of my warriors, Bran, flexed his bicep in front of her, smirking like a fool. And then, the bastard winked at her. Red swallowed my vision as blood roared in my ears. The next second, I moved. I crossed the arena in a blur, grabbed Bran by the throat, punched him, and slammed him into the ground so hard the earth cracked beneath him. The girls screamed and scattered.

“He uses reverse tactics. They are a lot stronger than the normal warriors. You might want to save your energy for later. They’re the real enemies here. Let the Virgo have the appetizers. We’ll have the main course.” Harper didn’t get the metaphor Brayden was trying to deliver. However, she gets the reverse tactics Brayden is talking about. It’s a smart idea, she admits. Then she sneezed. Brayden was quick to cover her mouth and nose. From the small hole they peak to check on the warriors, the two of them heard that one of the warriors looked at their direction. Then that warrior talked. He poked the shoulder of the other warrior sitting beside him. The latter looked at him, confused and irr

All six halberds were shattered. In the next moment, Wilbur emerged from the storm, swiftly piercing the chest of an armored warrior with his sword. As the warrior's face filled with shock, a clone emerged from Wilbur's body, and both Wilburs charged toward the remaining warriors at the same time.

And when the time came, I would meet it head-on. Blind or not, I was ready. “Everyone is ready to fight,” whispered Kiran, who came up beside me. I could sense the pack gathering around me, uneasy but determined. Their breaths came fast, their feet shifted against the dirt, and their hearts beat like war drums in my ears. The odds weren’t good. We were a fresh new pack, and while I was trained, many of these were not trained warriors. They were fighters, yes, but out of desperation from living on the street. It was not the same as being trained by a seasoned warrior.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

You could even see the slight worry in Hector and Bryan’s eyes. My tablet was next to me with the current roster of people in the pack. We had a good amount of warriors. A lot of the families from the old captains from Harvest Moon came to join the pack. Their kids taking up the mantle since most of the other captains had retired. I was sending groups of three usually to each issue, helping put out the spots that were coming up.

Ethan brought flowers, which Rosa received with the expression of someone who approved of flowers as an offering, even when they were unnecessary. It is just the four of them. No extended family, no friends, no twenty-three people in a Begur castle at sunset. Just the small version — the Sant Andreu kitchen, the lemon-patterned tablecloth, the bowls on the shelf, the four people who form the innermost circle.

What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the face of danger But it was her bravery in one particular battle that would change her life forever…. During the Battle against snow pack… The battle was against a pack of rogue werewolves who had been causing chaos and destruction in neighboring territories of the Moon Kingdom. Zemo, who was just the young promising prince at that time, had led the charge into battle, and Althea had been one of the warriors under his command. The battle had been fierce, and the rogue pack had put up a tough fight. Multiple causalities had been on both sides and it seemed that the Snow Pack was not ready to give up in this fight either…