Cinderpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

**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?’

They stood back to back, waiting for an attack from the unknown darkness. "A dozen, from all sides," Alex whispered. From the shadows emerged glittering cat eyes from all around. The painted warriors came away from the shadows as one. They were human-like with large ears and sharp oval eyes. They stood barely chest-high and took stealthy steps forward with spears and bows at the ready. The firelight caught the zigzags of white paint from their bodies and light metal armor, making the creatures seem rather formidable.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

She nods waving me off as I take off frustrated that I had almost learned her big secret. As I run toward the eastern border, I hear that there are half a dozen rogues fighting our warriors. We only have two warriors on the border patrol, with a couple more rotating between the various borders. Wendy is one of the warriors on the eastern border having just gotten out of her cell time. As I come upon the scene, I see two rogues attacking each warrior. I could feel the others close but not close enough.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

Moonlight Warriors are getting confident for the war, Tibbertan Mountain is their territory, and they were very familiar with the entire mountain like the back of their hands. Cybelle brought some warriors with her and took the secret route going to the fourth mountain. They know their enemies are still on the third mountain, so they have to make traps as soon as possible. Their efforts shouldn’t become a waste. They encountered some beasts, but it was nothing major. They could easily kill those weak beasts. The warriors that Cybelle brought are all good at fighting. Using their intellectual talent, they could easily make dangerous traps for their enemies. Their tactics will lessen their ene

Then before the next able-bodied warrior can make a move, I quickly unchain Marlene and a few more. “Ahh….I see you have a death wish Ryder.” A voice booms behind me and I do not need to turn to know who it is. I hear the shuffling of feet; his remaining warriors are gathered around him in this damp enclosure. Unchaining the last prisoner, I finally turn around to face a dozen of Zion’s warriors. The remaining warriors are different from the rest, these are Zion’s elite fighters, the best of the best. He stands behind them with a smirk on his face.

Nowhere else was so perfectly positioned as we were. But we didn’t get to enjoy the bounty our land provided, because it brought war with it. Although the Winterpaw Warrior Pack were the most bloodthirsty of our enemies, we suffered through attacks from the Stable Stalkers, the Bloodpelt Prowlers, and the Greyhide Canyons, too. If it weren’t for the natural defences that protected us, I knew we’d face more battles. Winterpaw were the only ones that could cross into our territory without having to face a cavernous canyon or a densely packed forest or a wide-set, fast-moving river. Thinking about it pushed the knife in deeper. How could the Moon Goddess have done this to me? I wrung my hands t

The cold torchlight flickered against the damp walls, casting her in a hellish glow, her whip a dark serpent in her grasp. "Luna Celine..." one of the younger warriors whispered, his voice cracking, eyes wide with fear as he dared to look up at her. His name was Rylan, barely twenty summers, fresh scars from his first rogue battle still healing across his forearm. I remembered the pride in his eyes when he took his warrior's oath, the fire in his spirit. Now, he was little more than a trembling pup before the wrath of Celine. "You failed me," Celine said, her voice low and cutting, each word a blade slipping between ribs. She let the whip uncoil from her grasp, its tail snaking across the co