Brindleface Warriors Novels & Stories

"Tell him that he's going to fight alongside me then, he should step inside and not stand as a spectator. I need to know who is for me or against me." I said that loud and clear to his hearing if he actually did and a sharp gasp escaped from his lips. "Okay, this is not cool at all." He said. "What is it?" "The warriors," he exclaimed. "Damn! They were not visible but they were all emerging from all the corners of the pack. What the fuck?" He exclaimed In fear and his breathing was ragged. "What do they look like?" I asked. "I seriously don't know, they have black art of ink on their face and they are -"

No, the real question is, how dare you think you are the only one who can't stand her presence? My brother dropped the nice guy act, and a scowl formed on his lips. The warriors around us felt the energy oozing from our pores like sweat. Perspiration coated their skins, and they gulped visibly, too scared to utter a word that could cost them their life. Are you the only one who wouldn't wish to see her in this pack? I hate that woman just as much as you hate her.

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

My brothers were also on seat already. Why were they all here so early? I had thought that I would be the first person to get here since I had got up early but I was the last person. They all watched me as I made my way over to my seat. The warriors bowed as Lincoln addressed them, "This battle would be our second battle in two years, we would be attacking the blood fang pack, their attack is majored mainly on their long canine so their defense is very low, you would have to defeat them with pure strength before they would be able to use their bite skills on you, it is very difficult to defend against it. The official warriors should take this as a practice, do you understand?"

"Tell me everything you found out. “My prince, '' says one of the warriors. They are not very well organized. It's based on their large numbers. " "Do they have a leader?" Kellan asks as he approaches them. "Yes they have, it's a rogue named Brian Willis from what we can understand." says the warrior. "Brian Willis?" asks Michael and Morris at the same time. "How do we know that name?" Dominic asks, looking at them. "I know him," says Philip. "He was a warrior in Blood Moon Pack, and you know him too." "We do?" asks Dominic and Michael looking at him.

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.

My brother and his friends are now in the dungeons while I decide what to do with them. Brant’s been here for a few days now, and we started retraining the warriors this morning. Arlo and Isaac have completely rewritten the training programme, using a lot of the Night Howlers’ principles as well as Delta Greg’s programme. We’ve made it mandatory for every pack member to train now, a decision that’s caused a lot of grumbling, but I can already see the improved confidence in some of the women as they learn to defend themselves. The warriors will need time to adjust their mentality after my father’s misogynistic bullshit. It’s also going to give those recovering from their drug habits something

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”