Bumble Warriors Novels & Stories

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

Hera agreed, her gaze fixed on her target stuffed toy inside the claw machine she was playing with. When they were younger, they used to be incredibly envious of their classmates who had access to city tours. However, despite how much they would like to visit the city as well, they are unable to do so due to their Queen Mother's strict prohibition. The werewolves' Queen Mother forbids them from mingling with so many humans out of concern that they might pick a conflict and endanger their tribe. Sitting on the stool next to Hera, Callie questioned, "Why does Marcus seem to be taking so long?"

I can only assume it’s a list of items that I am to have prepared for later. JP: Nipple clamps Warburton Wheel Lube Blindfold Shibari rope Purple Pussy Eater The last on the list is the monstrous dildo that has ten different speeds and a suction cup for the clit. A delicious shiver runs through me at the thought of using all these items tonight. The Warburton wheel is a tool that has a wheel of spikes, almost like cowboy spurs, but these are sharp little things. Jace likes to torture my nipples with it, especially when I have the clamps on them.

Renny ran over to where the witches huddled, gesturing wildly with her hands as she spoke in a rapid spew of words, the gnomes falling in around her feet. The demons turned the attack to the new Warriors, shooting power blast after power blast. The cosheys darted in between the coils of magic, snapping at the demons, making them twist and turn in every direction so their blasts went far off target. The Warriors darted in and out, twisting and slashing with their swords, screaming as they attacked. The bulk of the Warriors went after one demon, while the other Warriors focused on keeping the others from responding to their fellow demon's assault.

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

HAZEL'S POV; Soon, everyone returned back to the amphitheater and once again, the games began. The game that was being held now was performed by very strong and skilled warriors who fought with beasts. "These ones actually die," Barrymore said to her. He was standing by her side. She looked at him. "Can't we rescue them before any harm is done?" Barrymore looked at me like I was ridiculous before bursting into laughter. "When it was said that only skilled and strong Warriors were allowed to participate, I am sure you heard,"

she smiles. I can’t contain my curiosity any longer and ask my mom “anything special going on tomorrow we would like to know about?”. I almost wanted to say have to know about, but I know how to approach my mom when she is annoyed. “As a matter of fact, yes there is. Lola is going to train with the warriors tomorrow”. What now? First off, warrior training is – as the name would suggest – for our own warriors. Not some rogue we picked off the streets and will be able to use our own tactics against us one day. Secondly, she will be the only female there. We have no female warriors, as females are inferior to males in combat. And lastly, warrior training is brutal and only meant for the best of

There’s a brisk chill in the air as winter is drawing to a close, me and twelve other young women and men sit around the training area looking at all the fighting equipment there was an array of training mats, boxing gloves and wooden swords of all sizes. At the age of eighteen you were allowed to train to be a pack warrior and today is our first day of training for The Blue moon pack.

As soon as we entered the room, I found myself enveloped in a sea of gleaming gym equipment and various training tools, each one beckoning me with its own unique allure. My eyes widened with curiosity as I scanned the room, taking in the myriad of possibilities that lay before me. From the dumbbells and weight benches to the resistance bands and agility cones, everything seemed purposefully placed. I couldn't help but wonder what Maggie had in store for me amidst this impressive array of fitness equipment. That's when she dropped the bombshell. "I'm going to teach you how to fight," she announced, her tone serious and determined. I couldn't believe it. Fight? Me? I had never been in a physic

"I don't like him in any way. He just makes me feel ashamed by playing in such an absurd manner," Minahil retorted and took a bottle from her bag and took long gulps of the mint shake. "Yes, Abraham." The deafening charivari along with loud banging and whistling attracted the attention of everyone present there except for the boys playing fiercely. "The queen bee with her groupie!" Minahil said scrunching up her nose to which Yara laughed. Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground.