Cinderpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

she retorted. “She’s right, Steven,” I interjected, acknowledging Lea’s strength and skill. “You and Harry will remain here. Cam and twenty of our elite warriors will accompany us. Alex and Sean will bring their warriors as well. We’ve also reached out to Alpha Killian, Alpha Jill of the Crawl Cat Pack, Elder Grant of the Black Vampire Coven, and Alpha Mosta of the Bear Tang Pack. They’ll be joining us with their warriors.” “I am the best archer in the freaking country. So eat and rest, Buttercup. I need to save our Luna and then kick her uncommunicative ass,” Lea murmured and walked towards the car after kissing Steven.

Dolmi was the last one to teleport to the ground in front of Rainer. Dolmi was wearing similar armor except the glowing streaks were on his gauntlets. He confidently approached Rainer. “You should be proud. An opportunity has been given to you from the prestigious Coliaran empire. To be able to fight in a tournament of champions is but a dream for most.” Dolmi proudly told Rainer. Rainer continued to stare blankly at Dolmi. He quickly drew the gun from his holster and pointed it at Dolmi, only for the guards to instantaneously raise their weapons in response.

Fleishner, leader of Coulter pack, comes towards Adam, he crouches down by his side and slowly offers a drink from a clay job, besides covering his body with leaves and ointments. Warriors from Garret, Coulter and Person’s pack circle Adam and chant louder and louder. Kayden, Hunter and Connor join them and even though I don’t understand what they are saying, my instincts tell me they are calling for Adam’s vital life force. They move their bodies, shoulder by shoulder, hitting their thighs and chests, opening their hands towards Adam, in an unison, a pungent gripping force. Uncle Quinn yells with his arms stretched out to the start sky:

They would lend two additional sets of eyes and ears to those keeping watch over the most important members of the caravan, in their opinion, their daughters. The fire was dying down when Richard heard a commotion near the hunter’s tents. They were set up at the head of the caravan, a circle of small tents with men walking about, watching the forest with assessing gazes. Richard and Marcus looked toward the north side of the camp and saw a group of six tall, broad-shouldered warriors walk toward the Ellisvale warrior’s tents in the camp. The newcomers were very obviously Kreil. They had wild hair and broad shoulders. Their hair fell in locks about their ears, some grazing their shoulders. Th

He merely sighed to himself. When they finally stopped to rest, it was three. Hayden’s party did not seem to fear the witching hour. Instead of going to bed, they set up a few tents and a camp fire and then sat around the crackling flames. Sprout performed a grandiose backflip off of Cory’s shoulder. He stood about a foot away from the camp fire ensuring that he was within sight of everyone present. Sprout seemed to be preparing himself to make a speech, dusting off the tiny riding suit that had been commissioned for him. Meanwhile, Hayden stared into space and Titan introduced Cory to the other six wolf warriors. They all went by nicknames that referenced their legacies instead of their gi

Theo was just still a child who was worried about his parents while pretending he was strong. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gabi's sons, Daryl and Carl joined us as we crossed the meadow and moved to the large training ground. Carl had a twin, Louis; they were Uncle Carter and Aunt Lizzy's precious sons. We reached the training ground. The smell of sweat lingered around. Warriors from different supernatural kinds sparring with each other. The Crescent Pack had an Elite team composed of several warriors from different kinds and races. That was the best part about the Crescent Moon Pack, it welcomed all supernatural beings irrespective of their kind or race. We had werefoxes, black panthers, weretigers

“Three camps, each with 125 warriors, with an extra 50 to 75 warriors within each camp themselves.” “Why were there so many within this camp?” “Shift change, some of the warriors come into the camps for a little fun and release before having to patrol or sit in a camp where nothing happens.” As the high of the fight settles, Zaire and Alpha Ryan hear a few growls that erupt from within their group of warriors. Zaire looks around as the members of this camp slowly come out of their hiding places, the warriors that growl all slowly step forward and head over to stand in front of a few of the females and a couple of the males they all growl low at the same time,

Groups of shifters, no longer bound by an Alpha's command after Silas’s death, had turned feral or formed marauding bands. "Stay low," Leo whispered as we moved through a ravine. "There’s a patrol up ahead. They aren't wearing the Blood-Crag colors." We crouched behind a pile of jagged rocks. Below us, a group of ten warriors marched down the road. They were massive, their skin covered in charcoal-black war paint, and they carried silver-tipped pikes. But it was their sigil that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a howling wolf. It was a wolf with its throat torn open, a crown of thorns resting on its head.

Chapter 98 Germaine stared at the five warriors who had just come from the werewolf realm. One minute, she was talking with Storm, and then the next, the five of them appeared in the signature Charlie's angels pose. It was the same move Storm and Keratin always pulled whenever they were in fight mode. They were introduced as Verag, Crag, Croton, Mulag, and Numa. Introductions were made all around, and they clasped hands with everyone. When it got to Germaine's turn, she marveled at the strength that flowed from them.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne