Cinderpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

The orange tom gave a nod and flicked his tail, gesturing for those who were available for battle to join them. He watched with interest as smoky black tom with yellow eyes emerged from the crowd. A muscular black tom with powerful back legs followed, along with a gray she-cat with darker gray paws. While they looked as if they had seen better days, Flamestrike also noticed they were more than ready for this fight. "Thorntalon, Lightningstrike, Frozenfoot and Wrenflight are the strongest warriors I can spare," Emberstar explained, "Along with Birchpelt." He nodded to his deputy, who padded forward and touched Birdpaw's muzzle with her own.

I looked around and saw lots of smiling faces. King Fenris added, “Of course, you will have fifty of my warriors. That goes without saying. I will also be here for I will also be here for the planning and to help protect my granddaughter.” I smiled, “Thank you granddad.” He blushed, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” King Chiron, king of the Centaurs, offered, “I will leave fifty of my centaurs, but I will not be able to stay for the planning. However, I will be available by video conference or phone, if you need anything.” I smiled, “Thank you, King Chiron. You are too kind.” Then, Queen Carina, of the Fairy Realm, smiled, “I am contributing one hundred warriors. There will be fifty who will be

I pick up some mud from the ground and let it run through my fingers, allowing the descending mud to calm me down. “Gravlin Valley was not a simple stride. You think it was easy? I lost friends there too, people like you and I. Soldiers” I tell him “We faced the metal men and the hordes, I know what it feels like when the creaking of their gears echo across the field. And don’t forget we all fought in the Long War before all this? I mean for love of Providence, we all fought here against the Persians in the Long War didn’t we? Even if Captain Gilderscrowns did betray the principles, are we not all still part of the 17th Legion” I stare him in the eye hoping to bring my point. He then replies

She had to be. Corin slipped ahead, his movements silent as mist. He raised a hand, signaling the group to stop. Kael stiffened beside her, every line of his body humming with tension. Aria crept forward, her breath shallow. Through the trees ahead, a faint light glowed. Torches. A small camp. Her stomach turned to stone. They edged closer, careful to stay downwind. The torchlight revealed Silverpine warriors, half a dozen, maybe more, dressed in the deep grey of the Council’s enforcers. Their armor was crude but efficient, blades strapped to their sides, crossbows leaning against trees.

His eyes wandered across those gathered as he waited for them to settle. Standing behind him, was the full force of his most devoted followers; Talib, Kashor and his son, Helia, Narelle and Zephyr, a woman marred with scar tissue named Emera whom Calder had healed from a painful illness during his trials, and whose entire village had answered his call for aid. There was a pair of twins, Penwick and Perth, whose band of outcasts and misfits had surrounded Calder and his men in the wilderness to the West, before pledging fealty after the Prince had beat the two in a drunken game of cards, and a lone tracker named Gellert who had met Cal on his travels and not only aided him in conquering the l

She reached for my hand. I pulled away. That night, I assembled them—ten of the fiercest blades I knew. Reynold, my second-in-command. Jareth, who once slew a wyvern with his bare hands. Lena of the Iron Fangs. Calder, Thorne, Vess, Mila, Rom. Every one of them loyal, battle-hardened, bound by oath. We rode in silence under the twin moons, our cloaks billowing behind us, the scent of pine and frost thick in the air. The village of Ravenspire was small—stone cottages roofed with straw, fences laced with garlic and glyphs.

She whipped them randomly, playing with their minds and inflicting pain on their bodies. The dungeon was filled with shouts and groans and she whipped the two until blood started to trickle from repeated whipping. But none of the two men replied to her questions. Tired and frustrated, Raelynn dropped the whip and looked at one of the knights who watching her silently. “Sir Warren, can you get me some cayenne powder? It’s time to make the punishment more interesting and agonizing; interesting for us, agonizing for them.”

People walked around him, seeming oblivious. “Murder’s not uncommon here,” Caleb said. My warriors put their hands on their hilts. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Caleb said, glancing at my warriors. “You’re not exactly welcome here. Pack warriors are despised in Ciderhill. The whole village will ban together to kill you if you even so much as WITHDRAW a sword.” My warriors let their hands fall. We passed an alley. A woman was pressed up against a wall and a man was having sex with her. She watched us as we passed.

I need Marinah to dig into our history texts and see if she can find anything about the female Warriors that would help us manage her behavior. As we ride through the inlet town once known as Cienfuegos, a few people stop and wave. We've renamed the area Homestead One. Approximately five hundred people live here, including one hundred Shadow Warriors. Among the humans we have a little over one hundred children, several of them Warriors, though it will be years before their beasts emerge.

I roared to Cord and the elite strike team. Cord hauled the massive, three-foot raw iron Anchor onto his shoulder, the heavy chain wrapped around his thick torso. Kael and the six Vanguard elites, wielding the heavy, black Starved Iron polearms, formed a wedge around us. We sprinted directly into the belly of the beast. We ran up the lower slopes of Mount Cinder, our boots crunching over the freshly cooled, jagged pumice the wolf-pack had just frozen. The heat was still staggering, but it was survivable.