Bravest Warriors Wallow Novels & Stories

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.

It is clear they have just come out of the lake. It is four of the advanced warriors; Adam, Jaxon, Brendon, and Wyatt. They are some of our best: massive guys in their early twenties, each hailing from strong warrior lines. All of them have trained since they were five, so I am not surprised they finished first. What surprises me is how utterly exhausted they look. They are breathing hard, their movements sluggish, and their lips are tinged with blue from the cold. Jack and Paul immediately hand them foil blankets to wrap up in and send them off to walk it off and then warm up in the showers.

Emberfall warriors closed around us with ruthless discipline, Vaelcryns cutting down anything that tried to slip past. Wraith-touched creatures came in waves now, not ordered like soldiers anymore, but pulled towards life. Towards wounded flesh. Towards fear. One with half a burned face leapt on a fallen officer and tried to bite into his throat. I tore it off before its teeth sank in. Another crawled under the smoke and grabbed Keiran’s wounded leg. Keiran snarled, fell to one knee, and drove his claws through its eye.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

They have all accepted me and won't debate the fact that I was a woman or not. My victory has impacted them so much they wanted me to visit them from time to time. Xylah and Roman were in his office when I came and I gotta watch how she frowned when Roman kissed me at the door. "So there is our victory beta, you surprisingly was much better than our last beta," Bryce stated.. "The fact that she went to war and brought our soldiers unharmed is amazing," Xylah shipped in. "The people love you, they chant your name in the streets, everyone talking about your victory, even the soldiers look forward to you training them," she noted.

Liam said as he looked back to me smirking before chuckling and turning back around. "You guys are trafficking woman! That's a terrible thing to do! You're all sick!" I yelled. "Nobody ever said were good people babygirl, but keep talking to us like that then you just might become one." Jack said as he smiled an crooked sadistic smile. I let out a huff of air deciding to not to push their buttons since I have no knowledge about them other than their first name, and that they were extremely attractive, world class criminals. I'm guided to a stone staircase making me internally sigh because of the amount of steps that were presented. My legs slowly move up each step allowing me to remain my ca

The warriors forming the base grunted with effort, muscles trembling as we held the weight above us. That's when it happened. Someone's grip slipped, slick with sweat and exhaustion. The careful balance we'd maintained shattered in an instant. Bodies tumbled through the air, hitting the concrete floor with sickening thuds and cries of pain. The crash of falling warriors echoed off the walls like thunder, followed by groans and curses.

I didn’t cry out. I bit the inside of my cheek, Blood filled my mouth. The second one hit my side, I was in so much pain, the crowd didn’t stop it but also joined in. Someone pushed me forward and I fell hitting a stone, my palms scraped. Killian was watching them all and he didn’t blink “Take her out,” one warrior said. “She’s a curse,” another growled. Someone kicked me in the ribs so hard that air flew from my lungs, they pulled my arms, dragged me through the dirt like trash

“You still don’t understand why you lost.” He bristled. “I haven’t lost anything.” I looked around. Daren was dead. His warriors were surrounded and bleeding into the earth. Alina stood behind me, alive. The facts were plain. I let a cold smile touch my mouth. “You should probably take another look.”

At the Bloodline Rite of the Nightborn, Count Louis Ashford knelt on one knee and asked the Council of Elders to approve our eternal blood pact. In my last life, I was so overwhelmed that I slit my wrist, ready to seal the pact, when Louis's attendant, Owen Mercer, suddenly burst in. He accused me of stealing the Sacred Blood Crystal offered to the First Ancestor, of plotting to betray the clan. They found shards of the crystal in my room, along with a forbidden curse hidden inside my amulet that veiled my scent. The whole clan denounced me as a traitor and called for a wooden stake through my heart. At the last moment, Louis risked everything to beg the Council to spare me, then forced me i