Brindleface Warriors Novels & Stories

he continued. "The next morning, I asked him how the raid was and he said it was a success, except that the rogue wolves had missed their daughter because of how they hid her," he continued. "He said he mistakenly mark your face, that he wanted to kill you, thinking you would be a threat but you had blue eyes and he already gave gotten the red eyes," "In hesitation, he had dropped the knife and it had cut through your face, from your left eyes, down to your cheek a bit," Bryce described, causing tears to run down on my eyes.

Lastly, my dear Jake was getting comfortable with Richard, they were not friends but cordial enough. Things were getting serious with Black Devil coming forth with attacks. On the other end, Richard and all our alliances were planning to attack his base which were indeed the caves in the territory of Alpha Ace. There were lots of planning, discussions, and strategies that needed to be worked upon. Richard was constantly in meetings with other Alphas and I was busy with Warrior training. We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. ______

Assessing and calculating. Dangerous. Beside him emerged Damon, Silas and Kieran with the rest of their squads moving behind them. Black tactical uniforms. Silver weapons. Specialized wolves trained for rogue containment and border warfare. Not pack soldiers. Hunters. Blackridge warriors shifted uneasily watching them cross the courtyard. Fair. My brothers had always carried the kind of calm violence that made sensible people nervous. Rowan looked up toward the balcony. Found me instantly. Then relaxed slightly. Only slightly. “That one’s definitely the scary brother,” Mara muttered quietly.

“They’re there for the witches. Doesn’t sound like it’s our problem.” “They’re on our territory, that makes it our problem.” “Seems like a good way to start a war.” “That is his plan.” “How many warriors? Do you know?” “Hang on.” Without breaking my link with Glenn, I connect with Willow again. “How many warriors does Vickus have?” I ask her. “Blaire says twenty thousand…give or take a thousand.” I don’t ask her who Blaire is. “Goddess, fuck. Okay. Glenn--”

The warrior's eyes widened in shock as he felt his heart stop, and he fell to the ground, dead. Three warriors remained, their confidence shattered. They attacked in a desperate, coordinated effort, hoping to overwhelm Blaze through sheer numbers. Blaze met them head-on, his movements a blur of lethal precision. He delivered a devastating knee strike to one warrior's abdomen, causing him to double over in agony. With a swift motion, Blaze snapped the man's neck and turned to face the remaining two. One of them managed to land a punch on Blaze's shoulder, but Blaze barely flinched. He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine.

My warriors chased with delighted snarls, the thrill of the hunt burning bright in their eyes. “Cowards,” Blaze, my wolf growled with disgust. “Tear out their spines. Drag their women by the hair. Make them wish they were never born.” He was ferocious. We conquered them. My warriors dragged the survivors into the open. The women mostly, screaming, crying, scrambling to clutch their torn dresses or bare skin. The battlefield stilled except for their whimpers and the crackling of fire devouring the remnants of their homes. After each war comes the exciting part. The thrill of fucking every whore amidst corpses and the smell of blood hanging in the air.

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.

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

"I know my rights!" Max laughs, not taking me seriously. "Spare me your pathetic threats, Benjamin." Not my freaken name! "I know my responsibilities and they are to fix your face for the whole of society." I turn my head to the side when Max comes closer but Troy forces my head straight so that I'm looking at Max again. "Look at him, BroBlackWitch," Troy commands me, "because we can't look at you any longer when you look like this. I'm sorry but I don't think I can be friends with you anymore."

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior