Dark Forest Warriors Novels & Stories

" The race began. Each recruit had a compass, a map, and a backpack. Lee watched number ten run at a steady pace. Looks like she has a potential playmate. Well, we shall see the results soon. She walked off the field, back into the control room to monitor their movements. Back at the estate, Dash was busy preparing for Lee's revenge. He was given the responsibility to take Hannah to school and back for the period Lee led the training. He walked around the living room, shirtless as he prepared lunch for three. Wanting to be extra sufficient, he added a fourth ratio instinctively. The man wore a headphone. From where he stood, his sexy movement could be seen. His lean back was on display for a

Damon smiled proudly, sparks, for the first time in a long time, were shining in his eyes as he said, “Hell, we will carry legions plus not only my warriors will be helping so yes they will carry as much as there is needed.” Azrael and I looked at each other, silently agreeing that we were going and taking the warriors with us. I rushed outside the packhouse, waiting for Damon to come and take us to the Dark lands. Damon approached Azrael and me, “I just informed my Beta of our plan and they will all come and collect the warriors and bring other warriors of packs that are helping. So we can start our journey.” Damon started to undress, tossing his clothes to us as his shift started, and ther

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

They were trying to appear at ease, but not letting their guard down in case someone started shit. At the same time our bikes pulled up, an army of black SUV's appeared. Don Archer stepped out with men in navy blue striped suits and automatic rifles. I swung off the bike with my eyes on Archer. He tipped his hat at me before turning to his men. I concentrated on my own people. I kept my face serious. I spotted Liam and gave him a nod, then stood in front of my people, keep my eyes on the other two factions. One group looked like hood rats. They wore T-shirts and jeans with chains, hats, and baggy pants. The other group was made up of mostly tall thin pretty people with slightly pointed ears.

She had no idea that he had been recruiting dark wolves. After the war, some packs were destroyed or scattered, which resulted in the development of several groups of renegade wolves who did not obey the council or any other order that was given to them. Whenever rogues were found, the packs would eliminate them and flush them out of the area. Dark wolves were a very powerful group of rogues, they were like a pack, but they didn’t follow the council. Chris had exposed his entire pack to danger when he began recruiting them. The council was not going to let this go without a fight, and he was going to have to face their anger. She was taken aback by the fact that she didn't care; if it weren'

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

The forest loomed ahead, its dark silhouettes blurred by the blizzard. At my sides, the pack moved in perfect formation. GrayCrest wolves formed the vanguard, their steps steady and deliberate. To our left and right, allied forces spread out, forming a crescent that stretched into the treeline. Despite the storm, every movement was precise, every warrior holding their position with discipline.