Cinderpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Felix focused on Cairo Crest, the man who had jumped from the fighter jet. He had a square face and carried an imposing presence. He was clearly no ordinary person as he radiated such a powerful air. Being able to command a fighter jet meant he had to be with the headquarters. After Aiden whispered something to him, Cairo said, "So you're the Dragon Knight working under the Phoenix Warlord? Come here! I am the Tideborne Warlord." Before Xena, there were the Four Great Warlords—the Shadowdragon Warlord, the Warlord of the East, the Warlord of Thunder, and the Tideborne Warlord. Felix had met the first three; today he faced the last.

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

I had been charged with leading many trainings such as this one before, but not only was this my first one as the official Field Marshall, there was one particular recruit I was hoping to gain more insight on. As I approached the training grounds I could see that some of the torches had already been lit. Even though Dhampirs had heightened senses and could see relatively well in the dark, we preferred to keep the grounds lit to avoid any accidents. We were wielding a variety of large, metal weapons after all. In the distance, I could see a familiar face prepping one of the fire pits. I considered sneaking up behind him and scaring the piss out of him, I did enjoy turning his face the same co

He stood no chance against such an intimidating force. As Cirold lowered his head, his henchmen, who had been standing tall behind him, then dropped their weapons and followed suit, bowing their heads and shaking like leaves. Those guys were mostly small-time thugs, unaccustomed to the big leagues. While some were fearless to a fault, they were then facing not just any army but the legendary Pendragon Warriors! Next to the Stormwing Riders, they were just a disorganized mob.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

The air smelled different here—older, less marked by pack scent, almost wild in a way that made Wren's wolf lift its head with something like curiosity. The warriors who flanked them were ten of Cain's best. She had been learning their names over the past weeks. Kellian, who sparred with her every morning and had stopped being gentle about it. Drace, the tallest of them, who had been one of the first to guard the medical station and who nodded to her now with the particular respect of someone who remembered being carried in. Others she knew less well—serious faces, capable hands, the kind of quiet professionalism that came from years of doing dangerous work without complaint. There was Mara,

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

When I reached Adam I shifted back and pulled on the basketball shorts some one tossed me. "whats happening." I barked. "you took your sweet time." he smirked "There are 12 adults, 3 teenagers and 6 underage kids. They say they are from the Celtic Crescent Moon and are here for their luna." Casey replied. "Ok then. take them to the old warriors village and set them up in the houses there." I replied "keep gaurds there while I send Alpha Liam over to verify they are who they say they are." I ordered. " I have a feeling more will be joining them. its lucky we had just relocated the warriors and their families and not torn down the old village yet." I added. "Send some omegas over to clean the

Then, without warning, Cade let out a fierce roar, signaling the start of the battle. Cade and his warriors surged forward, their movements swift and deadly. Kevin was the first to engage, his powerful fists connecting with a Skyclaw warrior's jaw, sending him sprawling. Gaia, agile and precise, danced through the fray, her strikes landing with lethal accuracy. Elara and Alex fought side by side, their teamwork impeccable as they took down opponent after opponent. Lukas and Ragnar, true to their roles as the muscle, waded into the thick of the fight, their sheer strength overwhelming the enemy.

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’