Cloudtail Warriors Novels & Stories

No member of the Clan knows what transpires there, but the father never comes back and the son always comes back filled with wisdom and stronger than his father, ready to rule his clan with a common goal, liberate the world from the oppression of power. The present Dorak was brown in complexion, tall and dashing, ripped in size, having multiple scars all over his broad chest, his long straight auburn hair gave him a wicked beauty as did his turquoise eyes gave a daring appearance. On getting to Dorak, the Drokan warrior goes on his knees then offers the paper with both hands. After a short while of reading the Dorak stood on his feet, influencing a great silence in the marquee. “Zapov Zodaik

Her four wings flapped incessantly and she kicked the air repeatedly, she was using the Shadow steps spell and her bloodline ability to perform the flight of his life! The eagle didn't let her simply run away, it flew to chase her. However, its speed was nothing exceptional. It was still faster than Sara but the difference wasn't that big. 'I knew it!' Sara cheered in her mind as she inspected the situation behind her. 'It has starved for too much time and the horizontal flight isn't the specialty of its species! Cloud eagles excel in diving speed and its poor condition allows me to almost match it in a straight flight!' The Elbas family rose to the throne of the Utra continent about two tho

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.

I stepped towards Jordon, “what happened up there?” Jordon stood straight, he’s eyes met mine, “Warrior Rochelle did push her towards the mountain the recruit wasn’t in any danger of falling, she was deliberately standing in our entire squad’s way of passing. She was taunting Warrior Rochelle, and once Warrior Rochelle had passed, she kicked Rochelle square in the back sending her off the side of the mountain.” Achilles was clawing to get out as he howled, “kill that she-wolf for harming what’s ours.”

We believe our mates are in your large group, but we didn’t want to overwhelm anyone,’ Jaylon, one of our warriors, said. I relayed the message to Elle who was throwing all sorts of giddy vibes through the bond. My mate was an innate romantic. She loved witnessing new mates finding each other because she would always remember what it was like when she found me. I felt the same exact way as well. “Let’s take a brief pause for a moment. We’d like to introduce you to three of Nightshade’s best warriors. This is Tyrone, Jonathan, and Jaylon,” Elle said, waving them forward.

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

If it weren't for Mason's and my close friendship with her, we'd be in the dark as all the other soldiers were. "Normal? You know just as well as I do, that girl would've been dragged down the aisle kicking and screaming," Dougal picked up his cards with a frown. Some of the newer Guardians were easy to convince, but those like Dougal who'd been around for a while had their suspicions. "C'mon Castile. You two were buds. Tell me I'm wrong."