Darkstripe Warriors Novels & Stories

*** Alpha Drake emerged from the building and approached Lance and Ethan, who were forced to kneel. The aftermath of the fight was ghastly. There were a total of seven warriors who were lying dead on the ground now. “I told you to return to the pack house,” Drake said darkly. He didn’t even spare Ethan a glance, since a warrior like him was not worth his attention. “What are you doing here, Gamma Lance?” “Why don’t you tell me what kind of ritual you did to Keagan inside that building?!” Lance snarled at Drake. “I have told you not to raise your voice against me.”

Adam appeared from somewhere and landed a blow to Malcolm’s face while Dayna slid in and slammed kicked him in the knees. Chase looked at me, and I nodded. “It’s time,” I said and his eyes glazed as he sent the signal to Dominic through their blood bond. I heard a roar as the Crimson Shadow warrior’s battle cries were joined by that of the Sunset Rose warriors led by Dominic. I nodded to Jeremy and his eyes glazed and suddenly the Scarlet Circle pack warriors emerged from all the different houses. I grinned as I saw Meagan, the first one out leading, followed shortly by her mate Theo.

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.

She smiled lifting her hand up and placing it down on my cheek, her face seemed happy but even at my young age, I could see her eyes were upset. With a smile, my father with my older brother Hadwin in tow begin to make their way over, Hadwin held a little stick in his hand which he smacked off each tree that he past. But before my mother and father could engage in a conversation, one of the fighters I had waved to not moments before rushed through the trees, a look of horror on his face and blood all over his hands. “The Dark Warrior Pack are invading! They’ve infiltrated each one of our borders and are heading here!” He shouts reaching my father and all the other once happy people, who all

“They definitely have balls of steel to break into my manor and behave so badly before a Creed!” Dace let out a deafening scream. At that precise moment, a swarm of warriors rushed toward him. Apart from Dace, nearly thirty warriors showed up in the end. They were the finest Transformation warriors who also happened to be the Fryees’ guardians. Dace strode outside in a towering rage under the accompaniment of those warriors. He hadn’t gone far when he noticed a stocky foreigner approaching him. A blanket of body hair covered his body and gave Dace the impression of a wild beast. That man smashed a building and reduced it into ruins with a punch.

Warriors moved past us without a sound, their boots wrapped in heavy cloth, pulling long steel blades from hidden racks behind the wall tapestries. Dustin stopped at the top of the stairwell, his hand resting on the pommel of his broadsword. He closed his eyes for three seconds, letting his breath out slow and steady through his teeth. When he opened them, the warm gold in his eyes was gone, replaced by the flat, cold crimson of pure demon energy. Now, Dustin commanded through the link. Cut the lights. Outside, the heavy iron sconces along the northern wall went black all at once. The loud cheers in the courtyard sputtered into sudden confusion, and three miles away in the dark, the first li

Willow. You’re just a bargaining chip. You were created for this purpose only. You are worthless. Willow was lost in thought again, staring through the glass windows of Zephyr Prime. The droids were doing surprisingly well against the harbingers, with their Tachyon cannons and guns, but in some places the stronger harbingers were too hard to beat. He closed his eyes and tried to block the voice in his head that repeated those three lines over and over. He wasn’t useless. He was strong, and he was going to prove it. To the Unnamed, to his friends, and to the world.

I said, looking at them all apologetically as I walked in. Justin pulled me into a big hug and I tried not to flinch away from him; he was wearing his trademark piece of pink in the form of a cap today. “That’s OK. I’d oversleep too if I had that fine ass in my bed,” he teased with a grin as he nodded over my shoulder towards Liam. I rolled my eyes and put the doughnuts on the table, grabbing a chocolate one quickly before they all went. I headed over to say hi to the other guys. There were eight of us in our crew, four girls and four guys. I was happily chatting with the guys, when Justin called everyone to start. “Seeing as we are already forty-five minutes late because someone couldn’t dr

He walks back to the gate we came from and I follow him in terror. “Surely, death can't be the only solution,” I complain behind him. “Not in my world.” Hawe ma! Who's Bangizwe Mboyo? The dark aura that surrounded him was not just an aesthetic. Bangizwe is a murderer who's not remorseful. I keep my mouth shut as I follow him to his car.

Since their birth, Hunter and Havoc Hargreave had made it clear to the world that they had individual characters. That their views on the world differed on almost every ground. Havoc was loud, outspoken and reckless while Hunter put thought and consideration into everything he said and did. Like light and the darkness, they contrasted each other....but one could not survive without the other.