Bravest Warriors Wallow Novels & Stories

"We gather here today to say farewell to the 9 lost warriors from yesterdays battle. One of them thankfully survived and are in the infirmary now. Adam Williams, Cuff Howled, Crook Howler, Nona Quinn, Max Jr, Benjamin Rouchouser, Seymour Lastlor, Zack Eastern, and Ethan Pandra." Eli said dejectedly while looking out over the crowd of tear-stain-faced wolves. People cried over there lost ones, making my heart sink. The nine bodies laid in there caskets as their ds and family morn over them. I bite my lip while I realize they all died because of me, all these people cried, because of me.

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

They move with practiced precision, all matching blue and silver uniforms, swords at their hips worn like decoration. Not a single scar among them. I’d bet one night with Kieran that none of them have ever seen real combat. They smell of soap and starch, not sweat and blood. Pathetic. Ronan Vale’s Blackthorn warriors might be brutes who decimated my pack time and again, but at least they know how to bleed. These ones look like they’d cry if they chipped a nail. Even Vale’s pretty Omega is more deadly than this lot. I lean against the wall by the door, deliberately taking up space, watching them closely as they settle into position in the narrow corridor.

Warriors from the merged packs rushed past us, panic ripping through them like wildfire. Something heavy slammed against the southern wall….a boom so violent the stones vibrated beneath my feet. “What the hell…” Zack started. A warrior skidded into the hallway, bleeding, breathless. “Alpha! The… the rogues….they…” “SPIT IT OUT!” I roared. “They’ve broken the wall!” My heart slammed into my ribs. Impossible. We had silver-reinforced barriers. We had layered defenses. We had more warriors than any pack on the continent.

The warriors were receiving deep cuts from the blades and roaring in pain but not slowing down. A floor tile gave way beneath Cayla and she fell but caught a chain hanging from the ceiling. She swung like a pendulum and slammed into the final platform. With the help of some warriors, she got pulled from the void, and the last collapsing floor crumbled into nothing as the chaos fell silent. They lay sprawled on the stone, bloodied and battered, taking ragged breaths like beasts. “This is the closest we have been to death since we arrived in this cave.” One of the warriors said breathlessly as hums of agreement echoed all around.

I follow Osiston down the hallway, Alpha Reggie behind me. “Each of our Warriors has their own room. We do not force you to share with somebody that you may or may not get along with. Unfortunately, the warrior brand does not hinder your personality and not everyone will always get along. All of our Warriors are highly competitive and some tend to take winning and losing very seriously, while others see it more as a game and for fun. You’ll figure out who the hotheads are and who is more laid back pretty quickly.”

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

She was smiling. Damon’s POV “DEFEND THE WALLS!” My voice echoed across the courtyard as I shifted mid-air. Max took over completely. Bones cracked. Fur erupted. The first wave hit the outer gate. It didn’t break. It dissolved. My warriors fought like hell. Blades and claws tore through undead flesh. Fire lit the night.

Vee dropped one of her swords. Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He let go of the rope and launched himself towards the ground. As he fell, he shifted, the power rippled up his spine. He landed hard on all four and took off at a sprint just as Vee fell to her knees. The Werecat landed a hard blow to Vee’s head and she collapsed. The cat had its jaws just inches from Vee’s throat when Killian tackled the beast and they went rolling sideways. They were maw to maw as the warriors started raining down above them. The Shifters started to fall back as the warriors began cutting them down in huge swatches.

Without waiting for permission, I swung the sword dramatically through the air, trying to imitate the elegant moves I'd seen other warriors perform. But my foot caught against the uneven ground. "Whoa…" I screamed as I lost my balance completely and crashed on the ground. When I looked up, Kael was rubbing the bridge of his nose as he let out a quiet sigh. So embarrassing. "A warrior must have stamina," he said. "Falling once doesn't end the battle. Your body will be bruised, your muscles will scream. But you stand back up every single time." I pushed myself upright, breathing heavily. "I'm... fine."