Cinderpelt Warriors 소설 & 이야기

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

The warriors started arriving on the second day. They came in trucks and on foot, in packs of ten and twenty, from territories I'd only seen as names on Zoe's maps. Silvermoon's contingent was first. Sixty fighters in matching grey, led by Freya's Beta, a woman named Astrid who moved like a blade wrapped in silk. Nightrunner sent forty five, lean and fast, scouts and strikers who communicated in hand signals I didn't recognize. Ironhide brought seventy, every one of them built like Remus.

Kent responded. “Okay then, I guess we have a place to start,” Ryder said. "Do you remember how many fighters he has?” “Not too many,” it was now Peter speaking, “maybe about one hundred to one hundred fifty rogues and about fifty of those are actual warriors that were banished, lone wolves or left their pack voluntarily. “How good are they?” Ryker asked. Peter snorted, “they will be no match for RedFang warriors.” “That’s all I need to know,” Ryker said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Caleb, come with me, we have teams to put together four teams to go on and find that asshole. Sorry, Ryder.” Ryker wrinkled his nose.

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

The Golden Guard was shattered in seconds, trapped in a box of fire and smoke. And then, the drums started. Boom. Boom. Boom. From the ridges, the Northern archers stood up. They didn't fire immediately. They just stood there, thousands of them, looking down at the broken remnants of the Imperial elite. And at the far end of the valley, emerging from the smoke like a demon, rode the Wolf. Cyprian Hale. Behind him was the Iron Legion. Cyprian raised his sword. "Lysander Thorne!" Cyprian’s voice bellowed, amplified by the canyon acoustics. "You wanted a war? Here it is!"

I need the information on the council now though. ‘Yes, Alpha.’ Pierce says. I hear a sigh as I close the link. No one is going to stop me from getting what I have worked for, especially not my beta. He can get on board or I will get rid of him too. *** Reid POV As we are waiting for my granddaughter to come out of surgery, I start making calls to my pack. I need them to get everything ready and be prepared to help Austin. I need a third of my warriors here. The other two-thirds will stay behind. Once that asshole, Kaden gets here, I will send another third of my warriors to attack Kaden’s pack. My warriors all have special abilities. This is what Kaden doesn’t know. No one knows. Warriors a

Warriors stood at attention as they passed, blood-streaked and battle-weary, but their gazes followed Kael and Aria with unwavering loyalty. Inside the command tent, the remaining Council members waited—Elder Rowan, the ancient wolf of Wintermere, his silver hair braided with wolfbone; Velric, Alpha of the Eastern Claw, his arm in a sling and face set in stone; and two others, their eyes shadowed with suspicion and uncertainty. Kael didn’t wait for formalities. He stepped into the center and placed a bloodied fang on the war table—a fang torn from the Crimson Fang leader’s second-in-command, a brutal warrior named Maras who had nearly broken through their rear lines.