Darkstripe Warriors Novels & Stories

~~~Skye's POV~~~ I sat alone at a quiet corner table in The Velvet Lounge, where Red works. It is one of the most popular strip clubs in Orlando. The lights were low and the music loud and pulsing. I was still wearing the same blue dress from earlier, now slightly wrinkled after the long day. I sipped my whiskey slowly, letting the burn slide down my throat as I watched the stage. The strippers were putting on a hell of a show.

All the chatter dies down, until it becomes so silent I can hear the birds chirping in the woods. “Welcome to the Great Games Day!” I start. “We are very happy to have all four of our neighbouring packs join us today. We welcome each warrior and pack member. Warriors are the heart of a pack. Without them, the pack has no security. You are the ones in the frontline of danger. So today we have fun, we compete, and show off our hard-earned talent. You each have received coloured facial stripes, and chest vests to show which pack you belong to,” I point to each pack to explain further… “Blood Stone – Black

He continued, "You warriors from second-grade worlds sure love to leave marks on your clothes to show off how special you are. Golden Continent's warriors leave a dark gold pattern, while warriors from the Sacred Water Continent always leave blue clouds. That's how you recognized that I'm from a third-grade world. "You try your best to show that you're special. You think that warriors from third-grade worlds are just livestock you can kill as you please, but that's a hilarious thought in my eyes. Every world has its strong warriors. You feel so pleased with yourselves just because you haven't met someone truly strong from a third-grade world."

The morning sky had only just begun to brighten as dawn slowly crept over the Silvercrest pack. “This morning, at the rise of a new dawn, we strike against the one who has brought nothing but chaos and threat upon my people. Upon all of us!” Maverick growled fiercely, as a dangerous aura burst from Maverick’s body, forcing a confident surge to briefly fall across the courtyard. Instantly, the warriors began hailing him loudly. “Hail Alpha Maverick!” “For the Silvercrest pack!” “Death to traitors!” Their voices echoed across the entire courtyard as the ground almost seemed to tremble beneath the warriors’ voices.

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Al was ready in stance to pounce. "Two." We arranged our positions as per our strategy of fighting. Alpha, beta and head warrior on the front. So Bro, Owen and Hunter were first in line. Behind them were Dylan, Wayne and Susan. And last me, shelding my mate behind me. We were just 2 meter away from front exit. As soon as I get the signal from Bro, I and Aroha will dash out. Hope we... "And three..."

The Blood Shadow Warriors specialized in stealth, assassination, tracking, infiltration, and coordinated slaughter. People feared numbers because they assumed quantity could overwhelm quality. But overwhelming strength and flawless coordination could also erase numbers. And unfortunately for them, the Blood Shadow Warriors possessed both. I leaned back slightly on my seat, my gaze calm as I watched the battle unfold. The Thunder Dominion warriors fought fiercely, lightning crackling around their bodies as they attacked violently, while the Blue Rain warriors used deceptive footwork and coordinated assaults to pressure my warriors. To outsiders, it probably looked like the Blood Shadow Warrio

Rhyden nodded once. “And the pack.” “They will be told their Luna will be retrieved.” Rhyden paused before leaving. “My Alpha.” Darius looked up. “You will get her back.” Darius said nothing. But his eyes promised something far more dangerous than hope. By nightfall, the strike team stood ready. Ten of the strongest warriors. Rhyden at Darius’s right. No banners. No noise. Only lethal purpose. They moved through the forest under full moon cover, shadows swallowing them whole.

Ash looked at the black leather straps across the warrior's chests, the dark blue uniforms that clung to their bodies, and the stoic expressions on their faces. It was hard to miss who a warrior was, especially the Alphas warriors- gruesome and violent at best but specialized killers with an unwavering thirst for blood were the norm. On the forefront of Ash’s thoughts was the fact that his father was on his way and if he found out the mess that they had piled around themselves, he would have more than a few choice words to say about it. But more than a scolding, Ash was worried about his father finding out about Lola’s anomaly.

Liam shook his head a little and replied, "It's not your fault. I know what you're concerned about. Since she has the guts to attack my wife and daughter, then he should be prepared to pay the price. Send an order immediately and have thirty thousand Stormwing Riders head to the suburbs of Athenaplis to be on standby!" Calum's eyes widened upon hearing that. He started to pant and looked solemn. He could not believe Liam mobilized the Stormwing Riders, the troop in Pendragon War Zone that was more powerful than The Tiikeri! The Pendragon War Zone had four different troops—The Igrargon, the Stormwing Riders, The Tiikeri, and the Pendragon Riders. These four major troops were the most famous.