Crowfeather Warriors Novels & Stories

He's looking at an open window. Thunderhoof, Whitman wolf is running in the eastern border. He also has feelings for Sequoia and Wisdom. He and Whitman fell for her before they discovered the gold triquetra she wears. He and Whitman had planned on not pursuing her when he heard she was pregnant but after seeking her mark they decided Wisdom and Sequoia would be theirs at any cost. Thunderhoof shifts after running into neutral territory. Whitman slides on a pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He’s looking at almost three hundred men waiting for his orders.

he breathed gleefully. The horn rounded several times. The dim, dawn sky had brightened just enough for the Domineers beyond the land bridge to see a second army forming over the hills nearby, and they certainly did not belong to them. The new arrivals were letting out a thunderous war cry. Alex could hear it even as he lay bleeding on the snow. It was a terrible sound capable of making even the strongest warrior tremble in despair, and it made Alex recall what Rowan had said about Darowe’s people being even greater fighters than Delmar’s Ravennites. He could hardly believe it, and neither could Delmar, or Matheus, or all those around him; Darowe had come to their aid!

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

To Feathers, Celine showed a true sign of a Luna, someone who would carry her partners burden and would never complain. "Alpha" The deep old voice of his Beta Roy, brought him back from his thoughts. He turned around swiftly, hoping Roy had brought a good information today. "The last set of the pack warriors have checked everywhere in the forest and there is no sign of Celine." Feather was fully disappointed with the news that had been broken to him. He thought that some way, the last set would bring good news as he knew Celine would not have travelled beyond the shores of the northern boarders.

Harsh whispers entered the crowd. "Creed hasn't fought back in so many years. Why now?" One questioned. "He's waited for the right time," he wheezed. "Creed has grown strong. He caught me off guard." The two warriors that had fled looked at each other and into the direction of the forest. Their eyes met my dark, fiery ones. They both shook, stepping back. Licking my lips, feeling the blood of my half-brother, I flew back to my cave.

Taking the opportunity, she locked onto the threat before her and sent her tattoos hurtling toward the Dark Fae. The gray-haired being reacted in a flash, his body bursting apart into a swirling flock of crows. They shot into the air with a thunderous flutter, wings slicing through the silence like knives. Their movements were chaotic and sharp, a blur of black feathers and eerie, rasping caws that scraped against her ears. They collided with her wind tattoo and summoned owls, overwhelming them in a storm of wings and shrieks. But her soldiers were resilient. They wouldn’t go down without a fight. A few skirmishes broke out midair, sending crows tumbling against the tree-branch wall. Some sl

He laughs again lowly and slyly, “The platoon of council warriors I have waiting for them have something special planned.” My temper rose, fury, dark and dormant, like I had never felt before. It surfaced and I felt myself wanting to shift, my wolf was at the forefront, and she wanted blood. Crane must have seen something in my eyes as his hand dropped from my neck and he took a step back.

“I am here to make sure both packs see which daughter of Rudina can carry power without trembling beneath it.” Bardolph moved at that, but Lobo stepped between him and the center, eager for another reason to turn the courtyard into war. Conri’s sword came free, and Northridge warriors mirrored him, while Blackfang wolves shifted uncertainly between old law and new horror. Adolphus lifted one finger, and the black feathers hanging above the courtyard trembled like living things waiting to descend. “Careful,” he said softly, and every bound warrior under Lobo’s command stiffened as if invisible hooks had entered their spines.

The entire battlefield grew unnaturally cold, the breath of the warriors freezing solid instantly. Leo's ears flattened completely against his head, a low growl escaping his throat. *No...* Aiden looked down at him, panic flaring in his chest. "What is it, Leo?" Leo stared in horror toward the shifting sky. *This isn't the real attack. They were just the distraction.* Before Aiden could ask what the spirit wolf meant, the sky above split violently apart. A massive crack of crimson lightning tore through the dark clouds, releasing a shockwave that made every single warrior on the field freeze in their tracks. Even Darius stopped, looking upward with deep reverence.

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”