Briarlight Warriors Novels & Stories

He had to control it—he had to be sure it wasn’t controlling him. The first of the shadow-warriors lunged forward, its blade aimed straight for Elior. He deflected the strike with ease, countering with a quick slash that sent searing light through its form. But unlike the previous shadows, this one did not waver. It merely recoiled, then pressed the attack harder. Bram swung his greatsword in a powerful arc, cleaving through one of the creatures. It staggered but did not fall. “They’re stronger.” Myrra raised her hands, summoning a cascade of violet flames that rained down upon the advancing foes. The fire burned away at their forms, but still, they endured.

My eyes burned, and lungs clawed. “More!” Daniel barked somewhere from the dark, and half a dozen Blue Moon warriors rushed into the clearing. Two warriors lit magnesium flares, and threw them toward us turning the night into a blistering white sheet. We were not ready for this cheap attack. Shade had to move back. Razor took advantage and crawled away, shifting into his human.

--- Inside the main workshop. Twisted bodies convulsed, clinging to rafters, nails grown into hooked iron. Blood leaked from their eyes, mouths and chests. Their screams were a rasping hybrid of human and animal. Lucien extended a hand; blood energy radiated from him and formed a red shield around Evelyn. “You can’t kill these with ordinary rounds. Only fire will do.” His voice was hoarse. Evelyn nodded, drew the flame nozzle from her sidearm, and pulled the trigger. A ribbon of blue plasma swept out, devouring the creatures in a sea of fire.

This clearing, surrounded by towering trees, opened up like a hidden sanctuary within the dense embrace of the forest. The gnarled branches of these trees suddenly arched overhead, filtering the dying light of the day into soft, light, dappled patterns on the ground. The air was thick with scents of sweating bodies as that silence that once enveloped the clearing lasted only for a few thousandths of a second before a deafening roar erupted, tearing through the atmosphere as the sun settled its ambient glow on the assembled warriors, a deep undercurrent of ferocity palpable. The warriors were a sight to behold: bearded men, their hair and beards streaked red, standing shoulder to shoulder, lo

‘You will have to take it yourself, sick bastard. I could have sworn his eyes blazed even brighter—blazed with hatred. He looked at the warriors flanking him, giving them an order. My breath froze in my chest as I watched the wolves lurch— I leaped back as the lightning struck one of the massive oak trees, tearing its trunk in two. A heartbeat passed, and the large tree fell where Jarith's warriors were. The vicious snarls turned into cries and whimpers as the trunk crushed their bones. I knew they would recover, but this worked to my advantage…

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

"Then we face it. Together. As a family." The battle began. Elias stepped forward, his golden light blazing. He raised his hands, and a wave of warmth spread from him, pushing back the shadows. The darkness recoiled, hissing like a wounded animal. The descendants added their power to his, their combined light forming a barrier that the darkness could not breach. Aric led the soldiers, his sword flashing as he cut down the shadowy forms that emerged from the darkness. He moved with grace and precision, his training evident in every strike. Seraphina fought beside him, her movements fluid and precise, her amber eyes blazing with determination.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

How do you fight a shadow? "LIGHTS!" Adrien's roar shattered the paralyzing fear. "NOW!" It was our first counter. Our only counter. All around the perimeter, warriors touched torches to pots of prepared pitch. With a whoosh, flames erupted, not just orange and yellow, but infused with the glowing herbs Nolan had provided, burning with a fierce, white-silver light. The grove was suddenly illuminated in a flickering, magical campfire glow. The void-walkers recoiled. The pure, bright light was agonizing to them. They writhed at the edges of the light pools, unable to cross, their silent screams a pressure in our minds.

Something pretty enough to distract from the fact we’re still wolves being arranged like pieces on a board. I swallow hard. Gardens mean corners. Shadows. “Accidents.” Briar leans close, her voice barely audible. “Stay in the light.” Tessa nods furiously. “We will. We’ll stay in the brightest light. We’ll practically become lanterns.” “I’d rather become a weapon,” Briar mutters. I exhale slowly, trying to keep my pulse steady. “We’ll be fine,” I say, and I don’t know if I’m lying or practicing.