Dark Forest Warriors Novels & Stories

“…the god will rise.” Two days later, Mira stood atop the main battlement of Darkfang, staring out at the valley below. Wolves from allied packs had begun arriving—tired, wary, but willing. Among them were the Ironhide warriors, towering and grim, their coats marked by old scars and ceremonial tattoos. The lean, golden-furred scouts of the Sunfangs moved like wraiths through the trees, while Shadow Ridge sent their bone-painted emissaries wrapped in storm-gray cloaks. A united front—unseen in a generation.

But another Darkbreed struck Brent from behind before he could recover. The blade slid between his ribs. Brent collapsed to his knees. Then the darkness swallowed him. Aisha moved beside me, her jaw clenched tightly. “This is bad,” she whispered. But it was already too late. The trap had closed completely. The warriors fought bravely. I would never deny them that. Silvercrest warriors had always been among the strongest fighters in the region. But bravery alone could not defeat an ambush set by creatures born from the darkness itself. One by one, they fell.

Please let them be okay. My pleading is met with a few more sharp kicks, and my vision blurs. In the distance, I can just barely make out headlights coming up the road. It has to be our pack warriors. They'll save me. They'll sort this out. "Dark Wood warriors incoming," a man to my right reports, confirming my guess, "should we move her out of view?" he continues. "No," the man standing over me says, "maybe they can get some answers out of the skank." I see now, under their disciplined decorum, these men are monsters, just like their fucking gamma. The car arrives, and to my surprise, I see our gamma, Theo.

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.

Dozens of shadowy figures appeared behind Charlie-vampire warriors, their eyes glowing like embers, their fangs catching the dim light. They stood in eerie silence, waiting for their king's command. Jason took a step forward, his wolf instincts screaming at him to shift. "If it's war you want, vampire, then it's war you'll get. But know this-Moon Crest will never fall." Charlie chuckled darkly. "We shall see, Alpha." With a snap of his fingers, the mist thickened around him and his warriors. Their forms began to fade, their bodies dissolving into the night like smoke.

"Using you? You're flattering yourself. Serena, you were nothing but a tool to me. From the beginning until now, the only person I've ever truly loved is Wilma." Serena collapsed to the floor, sobbing inconsolably. Her face was streaked with tears. She had completely broken down. As I watched it all unfold, I felt nothing but revulsion and anger. Lucas Thorne, the one who once said he loved me, was now spewing cruel, heartless words to destroy another woman. He made it seem as if proving his loyalty to me would erase the damage he caused. The more ruthless he acted, the more my disappointment grew.

She quickly skimmed over them before turning her blank stare back to the man in front of her. "Jared Knight, 26 years old, born and raised in the area, joined Golden Ridge at the tender age of 16 after your dear older brother joined." Summer began reciting what she had just read. "Golden Ridge is well aware to stay away from La Fiet given this is The Dragon Guards turf, so please enlighten me, why are you here?" "For fun." Jared snapped spitting out a mouthful of blood. Stepping forward Summer remained silent as this time she clamped her plyers on Jared's pointer finger.

Daniel laid there a little longer before he went back into the living room. The fire was low, throwing more firewood in the fireplace, he sat near it. Daniel needed to get back to his planet before the girls got comfortable here, he would come back when he knew the planet was ready for them. The last time he tried bringing them there, the war started early, and many died including Gabriela and Abey. “You think they can pull off saving this world again?” Adrian a Dark Council member spoke walking out of the darkness of the corner.

Mark asked. "He has a point," Renny pointed out. "The Warrior and dark elves are about the only creatures who carry swords. I mean, really, most people use guns nowadays." Rhychard turned to her. "Did you just call me a creature?" "You know what I mean," she said with a shrug. "Not really, no, I don't." He stared at her a moment. Then he turned to Mark. "So, this is back in my realm," he sighed. "Can I talk to him?"

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful