Crookedstar Warriors Novels & Stories

I hesitated on what to say next, then Michael steps in “Our fellow pack. We have returned because we got the news that our father was kidnapped and some of our brave warriors were murdered. Then some of our little pups were taken captive, but one thing we can assure you, we are here to bring them back home. For our brave soldiers, may they rest in peace. We will keep their name high. A statue will be put up with their name engraved.” Michael steps back and gives me the gesture to go on. I nod and continue with pride.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

I bend down to look at the signalling machine for faults. “X? Is that normal?” I turn around to see what he’s talking about, probably the black hole they have contained in the centre of the system. I was totally wrong. The first post was totally wrecked, and the rampage of what ever did this stretched as far as my eyes could see. Whole battle planets were reduced to chunks. I saw the trail of destruction was headed towards Le’uthara. “Ko'vren, forget the docking, head to Le’uthara... now!” The enemy had begun attacking again, this time on a higher scale. This was all out war. Someone decided to pick a fight with the Gentry. And by Fos, they were winning.

My lips peeled back into a snarl. “Shift,” I growled. The earth shook with cracking bones, flesh tearing, and snarls rising as my brother and I gave way to the beasts within. Chaos erupted from me, towering, raw muscle and claw. Beside me, Chad’s Cobalt rose just as massive, his black fur bristling like Chaos’s. The warriors followed, one by one, their roars splitting the dusk. The rogues poured from the treeline. I didn’t wait. My claws met the first wave with murderous fury, rending through flesh and bone. Their screams filled the clearing as my teeth sank into a throat, tearing it out in a spray of blood.

I didn’t cry out. I bit the inside of my cheek, Blood filled my mouth. The second one hit my side, I was in so much pain, the crowd didn’t stop it but also joined in. Someone pushed me forward and I fell hitting a stone, my palms scraped. Killian was watching them all and he didn’t blink “Take her out,” one warrior said. “She’s a curse,” another growled. Someone kicked me in the ribs so hard that air flew from my lungs, they pulled my arms, dragged me through the dirt like trash

Khalid began to invite Chyou Chen on every mission, in a few years their name seemed to be a scourge that was feared by all warriors in the world. The two of them make a very great killer couple. until one day, they got a mission to kill a warrior in one of the sects which at that time became the black sect that everyone hated the most.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

"Anyone who touches Alpha Derek is completely dead!" The loud shout is followed by the sudden arrival of over two hundred huge warriors in black armor, all heavily armed with claws and blades, quickly surrounding the entire Blackfang rogue crew. Rocco turns around fast, his face twisting with deep frustration. "Mr. Stilinski! Why is the Crescent Ridge Territory showing up in such massive force on this border?" With his top Beta wolves flanking his sides, Stiles Stilinski walks proudly out of the crowd. He completely ignores Rocco's face as his boots approach my frame.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.