Breezepelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Even those seated farther away were now watching. Brielle lowered her gaze. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I just wanted to help in a way that I could.” “I understand your intentions,” I replied. “And I appreciate the thought behind it.” Brielle looked up hopefully. “But we are warriors, not guests. Our purpose here is to train, patrol our borders, and prepare for war. I don’t want anyone getting used to comfort that won’t exist on the battlefield.” The hall went silent. Several warriors lowered their gazes. Others exchanged uncomfortable looks before glancing at Brielle and their expressions filled with sympathy.

“They're here.” I gave the signs to shift and put up the formation. Pernwél was flanked by David, one of our fastest and youngest warriors. She could ride him and do damage from a distance with her bow and arrow. His slim figure could jump easily between brawlers and make sure of a swift escape. The whole pack quickly shifted, except Pernwél, Alpha Zane and two of his men. They carried weapons that could cut clean through the attackers with one fell swoop, practically sharp guillotines.

I only had to wear it when I wasn't down at the camp, and despite the churning weather, I was needed to welcome some new recruits tonight. Most young ladies my age would be flabbergasted by the condition of my tattered hem and faded skirt. But I wasn't your typical girl. I was a warrior, a protector, a Guardian through and through. My attire wasn't something that I would put at the top of my list of worries. Not when there were creatures of the night lurking nearby, endless wars to wage, and loved ones to protect.

Each one was a bona fide veteran, tempered by the fires of war. Each of them had been through the wringer, shaped by the unforgiving fires of war and the brutal skirmishes on the frontier. That's why the Pendragon Warriors were the cream of the Biskeland crop. As the head honcho of the Pendragon Warriors, he was the top dog among Biskeland's five major commanders, the toughest and most revered force in the Biskeland battle zones. However, Trevyn? He was clueless, completely in the dark about the hornet's nest he was poking.

"Is that how you treat your ex-girlfriend?" I stared up at the evening sky. He chuckled. "She was never a warrior." Moments later, he crouched beside me and held out a bottle of water. "Drink." I accepted it as the cool water slid down my dry throat, easing the burning ache inside me. When I finished, I placed the bottle beside me as Kael picked up my fallen sword. "If you truly want to earn a place among the Silver Moon warriors," he said, "you'll have to do much better than this."

The smell of smoke lingered even after the fires had been put out. Not the clean burn of hearthwood, but the bitter stench of charred flesh and scorched stone—an omen, some whispered, of the Warlord’s wrath. Princess Sera stood atop the crumbling western parapet of Aeryth's citadel, the wind catching the hem of her blood-red cloak. Her gaze held the horizon, where the last embers of battle still smoldered. The once-golden banners of her father’s kingdom hung in tattered strips from the towers. Blackened. Broken.

“I said summon him now. You’re going to be wishing for the Fyrestone Warriors strength…to go to Greenways. His warriors strength to mine. A perfect army versus a weak one.” Zaw clapped his hands in glee. “What an idea!” On the grassy lawn, my bare feet were damp. It was the only sensation I could feel as a numbness started at the top of my head and worked its way down. I felt Bree try to strengthen me with her pride, I knew exactly who would be in that group of Fyrestone Warriors. Dex, Glenn, Rhett, Matt, so many of the friends I had made. More than anything else, the only name that my heart cried for when he declared his intentions, Felix. I couldn’t steal Felix’s strength and see him be ki

Our panel consisted of myself, Alex, Alpha Wildbreed, Luna Michelle, Robert Carter, Mason Whitespear, Sylvester Beowulf, Gamma Beowulf, Beta Gilbert, Christian and Delta Whitespear. Our team needed to consist of people that could be trusted, and what determined that was what they were to gain or lose if Glover won. All of them had something very important to lose and nothing to gain if Glover won, so I was rest assured that their loyalty did not need questioning. I was about to head to town when a Kappa told me that Alpha Whiterose had sent an envoy with a message. I told him to go to Alex, but he said Alex was the one that said he should come to get me.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

“Adalia you stay at the palace doors with your mother just in case some of them manage to sneak past us.” Adalia agreed she didn’t want to be the reason her parents fought. She saw the look of relief in Archer’s face and she was confused. Liora and Adalia waited at the palace doors. Adalia could hear the grunts, moans and bellows of the men fighting beyond the palace gates, and she wished she could be there with them. But when she saw the charcoal black blades of her mother’s wings spring out she knew there was trouble. She watched as Liora snarled and crouched in position ready to attack. She heard the clang of blades and she knew she had to get ready.