Novel & Cerita Bristlefrost Warriors

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

Kala murmured. THE ARMORY I passed through the main armory, where warriors tested weapons blessed by old bloodlines. Swords that hummed. Axes that flared with lightning. Guns engraved with storm runes, charged by solar crystal and moonstone alike. In one corner, the Alpha wolves trained with flame-bursting spears. In another, the human warriors were loading anti-demon rifles while two elves argued about mana reload rates. A dwarf named Braglin sat on a cannon he’d named “Sally” and threatened to marry it if it fired true in battle.

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.

The Frostholm warriors had managed to surround them with no escape! *

Chapter 91 Victor POV The wind blew strongly across the high ridge, strong and heavy. And below, the valley stretched wide and waiting—bare of movement, thick with tension. The Blackmist border loomed in the near distance. So close I could smell it. Enough waiting. I turned from the ridge, eyes sweeping over the warriors assembled behind me. Two hundred of them. The best. Trained in fire and blood. My shadow wolves, bound by oath and fear and the quiet promise of power I had yet to unleash.

The exiled werewolves launched down the slope like a second tidal wave—fangs bared, claws drawn, voices lifted in a deafening roar. Raymond blinked. “What the hell—” Selene gasped. “He brought the damned dead back to life.” Caitlyn could only stare. Bree rammed into the Forsaken line like a meteor, tearing through them with reckless fury. The wolves behind him followed suit—old warriors, forgotten names, scars etched into their skin like maps of battles lost and survived. “Surprised?” Bree called, grinning at Caitlyn as he kicked a Forsaken off his blade.

Once you survive that kind of humiliation, a desperate border war is just another Tuesday. My silver wolf fought with the raw, terrifying strength of the ancient queens. Every bite, every strike, every step forward was driven by months of built-up fury. I refused to yield a single inch of Ashford land. Kael had taken my past, but he was never touching my future. Beside me, our warriors roared, inspired by the sudden turn of the tide. We drove the invaders back into the churning, crimson-dyed water, forcing them into a panicked retreat.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Yet, he had no time to watch them further as his opponents swung their swords again. Meanwhile, the biggest and most scared of the newcomers lowered the buffalo horn in his hand, his eyes dark and dangerous. He was none other than Maddox Stormbringer, Scorch of the Sea, King of the Glacial Coast. Over his pants of black bear fur, his board chest wore nothing but the trophies of victories, and in his right rested the hilt of his trusted two-bladed axe.

I have made it a habit to learn which items belong to which sister -- it comes in handy when I need ammunition against them. Sash whips her head to Lea and glowers at her, turning on her, just as I predicted. "Why do you have my earrings? You didn't even ask!" "Laura accidentally used your toothbrush this morning!" Lea immediately rats Laura out in an attempt to distract Sasha. "What?!" Sasha huffs in disgust, furious. It's then that Sash, in rage, lunges for the both of them, all three forgetting about me in the process. This is the kind of catfight that I appreciate most in life, the catfight that distracts my little sisters from embarrassing me in front of pretty girls.