Brindleface Warriors Novels & Stories

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

She bit her lips and waited for Aldophus. Brian was taking a walk on the court corridor when Aldophus showed up from the corridor by the left of it. Brian was taken aback by the sneaking method Aldophus did and his lips pulled up into a smile. Alpha Calhoun and Luna Thelsa were walking to the court when they saw Aldophus wolf in a fierce battle with Brian. Scratching, tearing and biting themselves. Alpha Calhoun frowned deeply and shouted at the two wolves. Aldophus held Brian by his neck and threw him across the corridor and cracking of bones filled the air. as Aldophus' wolf was larger than Brian's. The only person that could match Aldophus was Alpha Calhoun.

The bond prickled with warning. They didn’t have to wait long. Horns blew from the north. Low, mournful, deliberate. The Ironfang banner appeared first—gray wolf on black. Then Silvermaw’s blue serpent. Then Bloodpeak’s red claw. Four hundred warriors, all armored, all watching. And at their head rode Orin Dravok. He wasn’t alone. Beside him rode Chieftain Rurik of Ironfang, a bear of a man with a scarred face and eyes that missed nothing.

for the first time, broa lost hod smile, as he furrowed his face in concentration. Vibrations coming from their fight shook the very foundations of the hall. People had a look of surprise that Brian could match the warrior even in his wolf form, although there was a visible change in power. The warrior was stronger, and he continued to press Brian. A sinister smile formed in the warriors face and inhad a bad feeling suddenly. That smile tugged at my mind, I held my head in pain, trying to calm down whatever was happening to me. When I had seen his smile, a familiar face had come to my mind.

They each cast their eyes upon their warriors, feeling a sense of pride as they stood with their backs straight and heads high, ready to take on the world. “Thank you all for getting here so quickly.” River began. “As most of you know, my brothers and I have been competing in the Battle of the Alpha’s.” River was met with a wave of nods and proud grins. “You’ll also be aware that our competitor was Alpha Brielle of the Shadow pack. However, not many of you know that Brielle is in actual fact our mate.” Gasps echoed around them as the warriors glanced at one another with wide eyes. Their Alpha’s had kept this particular aspect tight-lipped, the revelation was shocking to say the least.

“He uses reverse tactics. They are a lot stronger than the normal warriors. You might want to save your energy for later. They’re the real enemies here. Let the Virgo have the appetizers. We’ll have the main course.” Harper didn’t get the metaphor Brayden was trying to deliver. However, she gets the reverse tactics Brayden is talking about. It’s a smart idea, she admits. Then she sneezed. Brayden was quick to cover her mouth and nose. From the small hole they peak to check on the warriors, the two of them heard that one of the warriors looked at their direction. Then that warrior talked. He poked the shoulder of the other warrior sitting beside him. The latter looked at him, confused and irr

Everyone was staring at the body I had flipped over. It was a Reignile warrior and his entire front profile was gone. What do I mean by gone? I mean, he had no fucking face, no chest, no groin! Everything was in shreds. Realizing this, only one thing crept into my head. Praised Brothers. Only they could do such devilry. Tears was trailing down my cheeks but I forced myself away from Emkay’s embrace and wearily continued towards the Palace. I could hear her call my name but I didn't stop.

It whimpered and hid. “How?… who?…. What?…. I kept stammering lost in confusion and deep nostalgic fear. That coin belongs to the Silver Willow Pack, the most traditional blood tasty pack in the northern hemisphere. They didn’t visit bars. They didn’t hire prostitutes. “I'm no longer here for a thrill,” he said, his voice no longer lustful, but cold and professional. He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.