Breezepelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

I had been tempered in the darkest hours, forged by shadows into something stronger, unyielding. I stood poised at the edge of the ridge, watching as Alpha Ellison raised his hand in command. A mighty howl swept through the valley, an anthem of battle. Warriors surged forward from every angle, their footsteps shaking the ground with the weight of their fury. Spears gleamed, blades clashed, and the cries of combat rose like a savage symphony echoing through the war-torn air. Next to me, Elizabeth took her place alongside Ellison. Her face bore bruises and streaks of blood, but her gaze was fierce, unrelenting. She caught my eye and gave a determined nod.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

I lead Weiland and Lyric outside, exiting through the still open front door. I’m not in the least bit surprised to see my warriors leaving their homes. They’re drawn by Lyric's frantic screams, and they look equally confused and surprised to see her in the arms of my Beta. I open a mind link with them. “Bryce and his warriors are here to kill the daughter of The Towers. Find him and bring him to me.” They scatter, shifting as they run, leaving the remnants of their clothing where it falls. Weiland gives me an apologetic look, shifts into his majestic black wolf that stands over eight feet tall, and he runs with my mate secure in his arms.

I was ready to fight her but was silent when Prince Deacon’s Lycan voice once again boomed inside the tent. His blazing eyes were focused on Bryson, asking, “How many warriors did you bring?” Bryson jolted and stood properly as he bowed to Prince Deacon, replying, “We brought a battalion with us, composed of my troops and Glenda’s, totaling 400 warriors.” Narrowing my eyes, I watched their exchange while wondering what Prince Deacon was talking about when he suddenly asked such a thing in the middle of the topic about my parents. He nodded his head and surprisingly let out a praise. “Good!”

"I'll always come back." --- The scout team left at dawn. Caleb led them—five warriors, handpicked for their skill and endurance. Finn was among them, young but capable. Two others, veterans of the mountain wars. And a woman named Bryn, quiet and deadly, who knew the peaks better than anyone. They moved fast, traveling light, their goal to reach the mountain tribes' camps and return before the next full moon. Their breath misted in the cold air. Their boots crunched on the frozen snow.

shortly thereafter, they were in valley of Ama, the whether seemed to be different this time, as the sun was out of sight, the sun seemed to be hidden behind the shell of the cloud, but the vultures gathered as at other times, every warrior holding tight to his weapon, the long awaiting war had come, the blood of souls will very soon be littered every where; the bodies of Warriors will shortly become a heap of rubble. Every warrior's eyes rotate within its socket has their faces span across the vast valley. The warriors of the will soon show up, where will they emerge from, when will they show up, how will the show up, no one knows, suddenly everyone could a figure what looks exactly like a

D*mn it! Darryl was extremely anxious; he wanted to help Eira and Ambrose. The Celestial Feather Riders were North Moana's elite soldiers. Eira and Ambrose were only kids. How could they compare? However, Eira and Ambrose were too far from Darryl. He would not make it to them in time to do anything. Swoosh!

Another tosses sneezing powder. A tiny one named Pib throws eggs. Spirit warriors, confused and slipping, begin to panic. A few Misfits pull Bran and Kaelith toward the healer’s tent. Bran is barely awake. "You okay, sir?" one asks. Bran groans. "I'll live. Just get her safe." Tiara laughs once, even in battle. The Misfits are not trained soldiers, but they are fighters in their strange way. "Protect the altar!" Luna shouts. More spirit warriors fall over traps. Banana peels. Tar buckets. Smoke bombs. They scream and dissolve.

She called out, realising she hadn’t heard from him for a while as Ocean weaved through the trees. “Everything’s fine, Brie. We’ll see you in a moment.” He promised, easing her worry as she came into the clearing. Scarlett had been right, there were at least 20 or so rogues battling with the warriors. Ocean grumbled as Brielle realised they must have teleported in, meaning Zion was near. She quickly noticed her mother and father in the midst of it all, fighting alongside their warriors. A sense of pride and relief filled her, knowing they were currently unharmed and still as sharp as the day she was born.