Crookedstar Warriors Novels & Stories

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

“I’ve already deployed Eclipse warriors to defend, but there are a lot of them out there. Blood Moon and Darkfang warriors both. They’re demanding Cynthia.” I chuckle darkly. “Well, that demand will certainly go unmet.” “Vikrov!” Liam’s voice roars the moment he lays eyes on me. I spot him at the front of a crowd of enemy warriors. “Hand over Cynthia!” I chuckle coldly. “You dare speak to me like that?” I look more closely at the warriors behind him. There are over fifty amassed–definitely more than the Blood Moon pack could pull together on their own, pathetic as they are. “Looks like you got some help from Alpha Wylan,” I comment.

Ubuntu scoffed. "Wait, wait, wait. I never knew that y'all were this much." He screeched, letting out a crooked, unapologetic grin. He waded his eyes around the Mountain Dew pack, and he spotted the somewhat large number of warriors, then he asked, "Are you a group of rogues, or what? Cause I didn't know you guys existed until now."

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

The whole town is almost shattered from the attack earlier and there's no point staying here any longer. The next morning, the Misfits prepare for the journey to Starlight Pack. It's an odd sight-wolves from two completely different worlds moving together as one. The scrappy warriors of the Misfits, dressed in whatever armour they could piece together, walked beside the polished and disciplined warriors of the Starlight Pack. The atmosphere is light, though. They joke, tell stories, and challenge each other to ridiculous games. At one point, Greta challenges Williams, Bran's Beta, to an arm-wrestling match. The fight is intense, with both warriors straining, gritty and their teeth. Williams

author pov Alpha Lorn visited the two packs for a few more days. Once the information about the whereabouts of Lucifer was confirmed, three warriors, one from each pack, were picked and evaluated as to how well they would work together as a team. The three fit and worked together perfectly. Their backstory is that they are stepbrothers who went wild after their parents were killed in an attack by Alpha Lorn’s pack on the Blood Meadow pack. They did not want to be under his rule, so they have gone rogue and are looking for revenge against all the packs. They make their living as assassins. Alpha Lorn decided, with the plan set and the Holiday of Thanks approaching, he should return to his pac

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

he taps out and she releases him. Seeing as she won, she stepped out of the ring and stands on the sidelines close by us “that was damn good skill young lady” my father approaches her “thank you sir” “which pack are you from dear?” “the Woods Pack sir” “ahh Alpha Teejan, okay and may I ask your name child” “it’s Roho sir, but most people call me Red or Roro” “hang on, how come he and Cory gets to call you Roro and I have to say your full name?” “have you no respect for your elders my King? How can you refer to him as simply he?”

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast