Darkstripe Warriors Novels & Stories

It wasn't long after that the Moroi agreed in some of us partaking in human skirmishes once they found out about the effects of war on the Strigoi population. Strigoi thrive on war. Some of them would scour the battlefields at night and promise injured or dying warriors left behind immortality for their service. Others would raid camps in the dead of night and take soldiers away, covering their tracks under the guise that the men had abandoned their post and were declared deserters.

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.

When we finally reached the surface, the sky above Dark Hollow was no longer normal. Silver clouds covered the moon, and a strange red light pulsed above the mountains. The pack's protective barrier had been completely destroyed, and smoke rose from several buildings in the distance while warriors fought around the main gate. Damian stopped beside me. “That is my pack.” I looked toward the battlefield and immediately recognized several warriors fighting against the attackers, but something was wrong. Some of the defenders were moving with unnatural precision, turning their weapons against their own allies whenever they got close enough. I watched in horror as one of Dark Hollow's senior warr

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

The way she’s asking me not to leave her, I’ll never leave her, she’s the only light I have in the darkness I call my life, I chose my life, but I always craved the light, even before I met her, I knew I needed her in my life, one way or another, she was to be mine. I dropper her back at home, I didn’t want to leave her, but work was calling things aren’t going well for me, I still had to deal with the one who calls themselves pure bloods, they are making themselves more known now, they are trying to leave a mark, make themselves known, try to show everyone how strong they are, a pain in the arse really. Add to that the Irish who got in troubles for losing Devil, they were going to sell her

Their leader, a shadow of his former self, was fighting with the desperation of a cornered beast. Just when it seemed that Mateo was about to be overwhelmed, a new wave of warriors emerged from the forest. They were clad in the dark, leathery armor of the Moon Shadow pack. They had come to aid Draven, their loyalty unwavering. The battle raged on, a maelstrom of fur, steel, and blood. The cries of the wounded, the roar of the wolves, and the clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, a symphony of war.