Cinderpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

His builders had converted it into a Cabin. There was the general restoration of the well-being of everyone in the village during the last few days but there were also preparations. War Preparations. During these past few days, we’ve been training an able amount of Trencher warriors for the war that was to come. And by we, I mean, me, Cayden, Daniel and Andrea— the whole crew, except my mum. We literally brought the combat Arena from the Palace to the Trencher Village as we grilled the warriors for nothing less than six hours every single day. And the warriors were the luckiest as they literally had the top fighters of the Reigns training them, including me.

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

“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?”

"But I don't care what he thinks anymore. He's not my family. Not really. You and Kael—that's my family now." Tears stung my eyes. "Yeah?" "Yeah." She smiled. "So don't screw it up by letting some ancient artifact turn you evil, okay?" "I'll do my best." "Good enough." That evening, the Moonstone warriors arrived. Fifty powerful fighters, all armed and ready. They set up camp on the eastern edge of our territory. I went with Kael and Garrett to greet their Alpha, a woman named Cairn. She was tall, muscular, with grey-streaked hair and sharp green eyes.

But then, a ShadowClan patrol, alerted by the sounds of the fight, arrived as reinforcement. The ShadowClan warriors, known for their stealth and agility, moved like wraiths through the undergrowth, flanking the Crimson Fang and cutting off their escape routes. Their attack was coordinated, not with elaborate plans or pre-arranged signals, but with an intuitive understanding born of shared experience and mutual trust. Rhys, the hotheaded Silvermoon warrior who had previously clashed with Kael, found himself fighting alongside the ShadowClan leader, their movements a ballet of deadly precision. They fought not as rivals but as equals, their combined strength turning the tide of battle.

Before Caitlin had a chance to take hold of her weapons, there came charging at her a dozen huge, muscle-bound warriors, all clad in full armor, all wielding fierce weaponry. Caitlin could sense, as they approach, that they were humans. Still, they looked like formidable warriors, battle-scarred, and it looked like they had done this many times before. And survived. They sprinted right for her, screaming with a battle cry, clearly wanting blood. Caitlin focused, centered herself. She tried to remember all the things Aiden had taught her, all the techniques on Pollepel. She tried to breathe, to find the peace in the center of the storm.

~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.