Darkstripe Warriors Novels & Stories

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

“Umm…” Northstar interrupted him. “About what you want to ask me… I accept.” The simplicity of it stunned everyone into silence. “You… accept?” Amy finally managed. Northstar stood up, brushing non-existent dust from his jeans. “Yeah. I want to see how this thing ends. I’m tired of the forest. The werewolves have been howling too much lately, and the pixies keep stealing my socks. Your base has to have better laundry facilities.” He snapped his fingers. The air in front of him rippled like water, then tore open, revealing a swirling, dark blue portal. On the other side, the familiar sterile lights of the Dark Soldiers’ base corridor were visible.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

Assessing and calculating. Dangerous. Beside him emerged Damon, Silas and Kieran with the rest of their squads moving behind them. Black tactical uniforms. Silver weapons. Specialized wolves trained for rogue containment and border warfare. Not pack soldiers. Hunters. Blackridge warriors shifted uneasily watching them cross the courtyard. Fair. My brothers had always carried the kind of calm violence that made sensible people nervous. Rowan looked up toward the balcony. Found me instantly. Then relaxed slightly. Only slightly. “That one’s definitely the scary brother,” Mara muttered quietly.

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

“As I said before, the Golden Leaf is inside a glass box in a warehouse on the other side of the island. Drago told me once that there are one hundred of his warriors stationed around the warehouse, and three hundred inside the warehouse, guarding the glass box. So that’s four hundred warriors. Now to overcome this, I do not intend on taking them out one by one. There’s seven of us after all. What we are going to do is something that will completely take them by surprise. Our three animals here will simply attack the warriors guarding the warehouse. Rachel, you will be on a cliff which is directly above the warehouse. You will shoot your arrows at the warriors. Zak, your role is very importa

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Isn’t that Drystan? I took a peek from the wall to see what was happening. “Yes, Alpha,” the two men who were subdued by the Pack Warriors spoke in unison. I don’t think I’ve seen them before. I think they are not members of this Pack. “Show their way out,” Drystan commanded to his warriors. I watched them leave until they were out of sight. When they were gone, Drystan finally sighed and a troubled expression crossed his emotionless face. “Who are they?” I popped out of my hiding place when Drystan was left on his own.