Crookedstar Warriors Novels & Stories

"I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis." Cathal declared and held his sword in front of him ready to fight anybody who wished to attack him. Following his words, the four knights behind him too held their swords, their eyes sharp and on high alert. They gazed around the hall, counting the number of people who seemed to be ready to attack them.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

“Usually only members of the royal family are lions or lionesses. Typically we would think the oldest lioness would be the king's mother, but she is deceased, so the title would fall to his oldest sister, the one he called Minette, but she also died. His younger sisters died even before that, so we are at a loss as to who he is referring to. His wife perhaps, though it seems unlikely Catherine would come to Scotia. The lioness might be a cousin, but that would be a first that he had extended it so far. His daughter is still young. We really don’t know. We will see who it is when she arrives with the murder of crows.” “I’m guessing that is a group of something other than the birds.” “His elit

Burdak said giving orders. The three elders gave orders for the funeral ceremony to begin. The series of events begins. It begins with a spell reading, and the names of the war victims who will be buried this time are called. Next is Burdak's turn to speak. “Today, is the day of burial for the honorable Asulpen warriors. They died defending the pack, the land… which they held in high esteem. A few days ago, we got an attack from the hunters, and you guys already fought Tough… we didn't lose… we will attack them again… I won't let you live with a grudge. After this, we will plan an attack… to avenge all the lives that have been lost that day. Alpha Rogug, became one of the victims that fell t

But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch. The fated union between a werewolf and a witch hadn’t gone down smoothly with puritans but sixteen years on, Ulf and Estrid had defied all odds and united their pack. Their love for each other inspired unity and peace amongst their people while their tenacity and bravery was what drove them to protect their people.

claws, and fangs. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, and the sound of screams and snarls filled the air. Our pack's warriors fought valiantly, taking down the masked strangers one by one. But the strangers seemed endless, and they kept coming at us with a ferocity that was both impressive and terrifying. Despite being outnumbered, our warriors held their ground, fighting with every ounce of strength they had. I saw one of our warriors, a young woman named Akira, take down three strangers with swift kicks and slashes of her claws. Another warrior, named Thane, used his massive strength to overpower several strangers, sending them flying across the battlefield. As the fight

He rarely slept anymore. Instead, he stood on a ledge of broken stone overlooking the forest floor, where rogues moved like ants—organizing tents, sharpening weapons, testing their shifting. They were a motley assembly of wolves who had no pack, no alpha, no future. But under Zane’s command? They had purpose again—even if that purpose was dipped in blood. Maverick approached from behind, his steps soundless. “You didn’t rest,” he said without question. Zane didn’t turn. “There’s no rest until the White Wolf kneels.”

“One day, we got into an argument because of that. She wanted me to change departments and become a warrior just like her. But I said I couldn’t. I’m not strong and I didn’t have the kind of perseverance she did to put up with the brutal training. “We had a falling out and called our friendship quits. Soon after that, she was promoted to a three-stars warrior and made an honorary member of the Blood Moon pack.” Sierra said. My mouth fell open. Three stars! I stood my ground against a three-stars warrior?! In the Werewolf realm, warriors were divided into five divisions. There were one-star, two-stars, three-stars, four-stars, and five-stars warriors. The lowest in rank and power were one-sta

I said, wondering why I was telling him this. I hadn’t even told Ridge yet about a lot of things. Maybe I just figured he knew since really, he was there too. “My pack was pretty brutal. If I had to rank packs throughout history, it would be Blood Claw, Long Tooth and then Growling Thunder. That’s where I grew up. The Shadow Warriors stepped in and disbanded us about four years ago, the Alpha was getting to be too much like Gunner. People weren’t following him though, they were fleeing in large numbers in the last year and begging the council for help,” he said, looking sad.

Feeling lonely and sad. The Creek Star Pack was known for his strength and strong warriors; a part of it they were also recognize for the beauty of their pack which was not just covered by the trees instead on their north side it was the series of mountains that had snow covered on the top of their peaks hence making the pack one of the coolest and mesmerizing.