Breezepelt Warriors の小説・ストーリー

I guess it really is all about perspective. FeeBee runs up to embrace them, clearly proud of them...for some reason. Jam, Oog, and Gland return her group hug. They then thank their audience before tossing some of their clothing bits into the audience and to their idiotic fans who stupidly fight with each other in order to get a small piece of the Dung Beatles. I don't get some people... AJ cheers wildly for them while I try to restrain her from going after them as they start to leave the stage.

Maeve POV “Put in some work!” I yelled at the warriors. They growled, coming at their partners with their swords. “Think of it as your enemy!” I yelled, watching the bloody men. They were wearing black shorts with swords. I split the warriors long ago; these are the warriors, my armies, and the ones I bounced out are the guards. Their training is not as exceptional as this; only powerful minds can pass this training, and we just recruit new people.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Eldric said "it recognizes the Moon Child" Then I heard a sound in the trees, i heard movement. "Warriors" I shouted "we have company" My twenty warriors immediately moved into defensive positions. Arrows flew from the darkness of the forest. They whistled through the air aimed at Elvanya. "Protect the circle" I roared. My warriors raised their shields and the arrows bounced off. More arrows came. Then figures emerged from the trees. Rebels. At least fifty of them. All armed with swords and spears.

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

Meeva's pov He came with the sound of horns blowing across the valley, with a sea of warriors cloaked in black and steel, standing tall beneath the rising sun. Kael had declared war. And just like he promised, he hadn't come alone. From the bedroom window, I saw them, rows upon rows of the Brawnstorm Pack lined like a force of nature. At their helm was Kael, his eyes locked on the gates of Jared's estate like a predator ready to strike.

~Tilly POV~ “Matilda May. Third born of the top warriors in the pack, Greta and Harold, is cordially requested to train at the Warriors Elite at the bidding of Alpha Jeremiah of the Cursed Moon Pack.” My younger brother, Beckham, reads aloud in awe. He pauses for dramatic effect and I groan, covering my head with the blanket on my bed.

All of them were the broken pieces of a cruel society. I welcomed them all. But a pack of survivors wasn't an army. On the fourth morning, a rhythmic thumping of heavy paws signaled a new arrival. Twenty warriors stepped out from the trees. They wore dark tactical gear, and their scents were thick with ozone and dark earth. These weren't refugees. These were predators. "Kaelen sent us," the leader said, a massive man with a scar across his throat. "He said you’re building an army. He thought you might need some instructors who know how to kill more than just deer."

A warrior called out and was answered by everyone's cheers of 'yes'. Except for me, who still felt the strain as it washed over me. I tried my hardest not to look in Carlo's direction, worried he would notice my unease. That's when I felt Zeke's hand, warm and comforting, slip into mine and hold on tight. "You ready?" He asked. Our team consisted of five people. Me, him, Celeste, and two young warriors from Rivermoon Pack. Male and female. Both had cropped haircuts and had piercings along their ears andnoses.

“Three camps, each with 125 warriors, with an extra 50 to 75 warriors within each camp themselves.” “Why were there so many within this camp?” “Shift change, some of the warriors come into the camps for a little fun and release before having to patrol or sit in a camp where nothing happens.” As the high of the fight settles, Zaire and Alpha Ryan hear a few growls that erupt from within their group of warriors. Zaire looks around as the members of this camp slowly come out of their hiding places, the warriors that growl all slowly step forward and head over to stand in front of a few of the females and a couple of the males they all growl low at the same time,