Novel & Cerita Cinderpelt Warriors

He pulls a heavy, blood-red iron token from his belt and slams it onto the arena floor, the heavy thud echoing through the frozen hall. "Tell the High Council that Celt Hawkridge just claimed the sponsor rights," Celt snarls, his grip on my neck tightening possessively as he pulls my thick body flush against his rock-hard chest, letting me feel the massive, rigid length of his body pressing demandingly against my waist. "She's fighting under my name now. And if anyone in Silverpine City touches her again... I'll burn their entire pack house to the ground."

And when the time came, I would meet it head-on. Blind or not, I was ready. “Everyone is ready to fight,” whispered Kiran, who came up beside me. I could sense the pack gathering around me, uneasy but determined. Their breaths came fast, their feet shifted against the dirt, and their hearts beat like war drums in my ears. The odds weren’t good. We were a fresh new pack, and while I was trained, many of these were not trained warriors. They were fighters, yes, but out of desperation from living on the street. It was not the same as being trained by a seasoned warrior.

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.

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.