Briarlight Warriors Novels & Stories

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

"Alpha." "Summon Karrik at once," I commanded. "Tell him I have a special task for him concerning my worthless son." Varek hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding. "As you wish, Alpha." The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. Moments later, the chamber doors opened again, and Karrik stepped inside. The warrior leader was built like a beast, his scars a testament to the countless battles he had survived. He bowed before me, awaiting my orders.

Focus, Emmy! “Um. I think at first glance, everyone checks out, but I’d like to review them all again. Bram targeted the warrior squad at Running River Pack and even convinced Mara to join the female squad to get more information. Warriors also have more access to the perimeter and security systems. If anyone was lying, they may not expect us to take a second look at them,” I say confidently. Something in my gut tells me it’s one of the fighters. How else could that letter have gotten under my door with nobody knowing?

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."

The backyard of the house belonging to the town mayor swirled as a dark ring ripped open in the fabric of time, it rotated in an anticlockwise manner. Captain regron stepped out of the portal and into the sunny weather, he grunted in anger as the sunlight repelled him. With a swish of his arm, the sky darkened and turned grey, two shadow warriors stepped out of the portal. Even though he was able to withstand the sunlight as it only weakened him, it could do serious damage to them. The two warriors were dressed in black suits with a line of red colour running through their shoulders, he thought it would be wise not to underestimate the Prince, after all he was rumoured to be a part of illumm

They just fell, black smoke spilling from their wounds instead of blood. I’d fought before, bled before—but this was different. These weren’t battles for survival anymore. This was war. The Heart’s energy pulsed in my veins, begging to be unleashed. I let it rise, just enough to create a shield around us. The barrier shimmered gold, humming softly. Each time a blade struck, the light flared brighter. Sylra barked orders from the steps, her warriors joining the fray, but for every assassin cut down, two more appeared. They poured from the shadows like a tide of death.

Our loyalty to one another and our commitment to protecting our territory will guide us through this difficult time. At night, our pack warriors and I, hide behind the thick trees, waiting for any sign of danger. We had positioned a few of our strongest warriors at the boundaries, including Alpha Daryl and his formidable squad. The rest of us, including me and my trusty companion Hunter, were the invisible backup for our warriors.

The numbers were made up of Bloodrayne omegas, Bloodrayne prisoners, and injured wolves dragged there from the intruders’ own numbers, all also in human form. The Lightmoon fighters and their allies approached warily. Wolf limbs and muscles roiling. Blood in teeth, on bodies, on claws. The Bloodrayne fighters would have been an impressive sight, but the implication of the weak and injured gathered in the hall dulled any awestruck sensations from those who beheld the group of tall, large, muscled, tattooed shifters. “Cowards!” Brock yelled out once his group was within twenty feet of the living barricade.

But he will, that's the finishing touch of his warning, a foul apology to forgive his sin. I navigate through my rooted knowledge of the werewolves community. I remember how Brian is a lawyer, and therefore, makes words his slaves: bending, tricking, and playing to achieve his goal. I have to tread very carefully with him. My glare makes him retreat. My chest fills with anticipation as he grabs a brown folder off the table. A slow burn consumes my wrists and ankles, the wolfsbane is quickly overriding every other sensation, maybe that's precisely the goal: to create so much pain that I'll bow down to their every command.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne