Cloudtail Warriors Novels & Stories

Willow. You’re just a bargaining chip. You were created for this purpose only. You are worthless. Willow was lost in thought again, staring through the glass windows of Zephyr Prime. The droids were doing surprisingly well against the harbingers, with their Tachyon cannons and guns, but in some places the stronger harbingers were too hard to beat. He closed his eyes and tried to block the voice in his head that repeated those three lines over and over. He wasn’t useless. He was strong, and he was going to prove it. To the Unnamed, to his friends, and to the world.

I didn't know Caelan would be standing over the healer's bed. Half an hour later, the heavy iron doors bang open. Alpha Caelan Thorncroft strides into the stockade with ten fully shifted pack warriors behind him. He looks massive, dangerous, and beautiful like a dark forest god. His name is written in the Territory Treasury Guild papers every single week, and every guard in the room immediately drops to their knees to touch the floor.

The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors. But Paisley raised a dissatisfied brow. "How many kills to get promoted?" The Gamma flipped through his manual. "Thirty cumulative kills to become 'Iron Claw,' and so on." A arrogant smile spread across Paisley's face. "Then becoming a 'Silver Claw' general will be a piece of cake." Low chuckles rippled around. The battlefield wasn't a training ground; the Dragon Ash warriors were far tougher than beasts. Only Adelaide knew the golden glint in Paisley's eyes wasn't naivety, but genuine battle lust.

A thunderous war cry shattered the air as a wall of warriors stormed down the cliffs, their armor catching the dim light, weapons raised high, ready to tear through the enemy. At the front, Gamma Dwayne led the charge, his blade dripping with the blood of the first fallen creature. He smirked, barely winded. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he drawled. I let out a breath, meeting his sneer with one of my own. “Took your damn time.” “FOR THE ALPHA!” his voice thundered. Heather’s creatures barely had time to react before the first wave crashed into them. Steel clashed against darkness, claws tore through flesh, the scent of burning shadows filling the air.

The city was a ghost of its former self, draped in violet vines and guarded by hovering Lunar drones that looked like skeletal jellyfish. ​As they reached the base of the Citadel, a twisting tower of black glass that pierced the clouds, the "Void-Alphas" emerged. These were not the scouts they had fought in the Labyrinth. These were warriors in suits of living bone, their blades humming with a frequency that could slice through Force-shields. ​"Leo, Ren, go for the heart!" Kaelen roared, his silver runes flaring as he slammed into the first line of Void-Alphas. "Maya and I will hold the perimeter!"

Not anymore. As we burst through the back door, the cool night air hit me like a slap in the face, snapping me out of the haze of adrenaline. The parking lot was a war zone, bikes overturned, cars riddled with bullets. Jake, Ledger and Norris were there, loading onto their bikes. Another group of Warriors burst through the door behind us. “Run!” Dex shouted, placing his hands on Talon and I and shoving us away from the building.

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the situation. The warriors looked at each other without knowing what to do. One of them mustered the courage to step forward and asked timidly, "May I know who you are, Alpha?" Uncle Daryl pinched the bridge between his nose and let out a deep sigh. "You don't recognize your Alpha?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the drama unfolding before me. Uncle Daryl was always a stickler for tradition, and he took his role as the Alpha of the pack very seriously. The young warriors, on the other hand, were a bit inexperienced and naive.

Felix focused on Cairo Crest, the man who had jumped from the fighter jet. He had a square face and carried an imposing presence. He was clearly no ordinary person as he radiated such a powerful air. Being able to command a fighter jet meant he had to be with the headquarters. After Aiden whispered something to him, Cairo said, "So you're the Dragon Knight working under the Phoenix Warlord? Come here! I am the Tideborne Warlord." Before Xena, there were the Four Great Warlords—the Shadowdragon Warlord, the Warlord of the East, the Warlord of Thunder, and the Tideborne Warlord. Felix had met the first three; today he faced the last.