Dustpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

I want a warrior in my bed and she's perfect. Her palms smooth across my back. When I thrust in, her nails do the same. My leg slides against the sharp halberd that remains in the mattress. I feel it slice into me. I don't mind, I just don't wish her hurt by it. I lift up and she groans her objection. I reach for the weapon, dislodge it, and toss it across the room.

And would take this just as seriously. Within 30 minutes after leaving the conference room, I was down on the field where all the warriors from each of the factions were. I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of Fae that had arrived in full warrior gear. From the looks of their gear, they always went out in full garb. From head to toe, they were dressed in some sort of deep brown leather. Their head gear was some sort of brown cap like for baseball, or maybe trucker. They had dark green long-sleeved shirts covered with a deep brown leather vest that was laced with string of leather. The only thing that did not look odd to warriors was all black cargo pants paired with black combat b

’ Throwing on some sweat pants and a t-shirt , I head down . Entering his gym , Ratnik is topless throwing punches at a punch bag , covered in sweat . I could see by the way he was punching he was mega pissed off . I wonder what's upset him , probably our eldest brother Pouli . As brothers we all love each other but Pouli can be a right dick . “ Hey , dude what's up ?” I watch him frown then lift his water for a drink , he's breathing heavily . Ratnik had worked his way up the ranks and now runs the warriors , he is the best strategist around . He just shakes his head and starts to take the wraps off his hands .

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

Fur himself looked down at her furiously, and then broke out into a fit of laughter. "You are one of the best swordsman, swordswoman, I should say, I have faced in many a years" Nila positively beamed at this and nodded her head in thanks. "Sorry about your rib by the way, I really didn't want to lose." Nila and Fur stepped to the side to allow the next two combatants. The fight was not as interesting and didn't last long but it was entertaining nonetheless. In the end a short boy named Arturo won the bout by ring out.

"I want to know where Mery Ventura is." "Who?" "You know exactly who I mean," I shot him a glare. "And what do I get in return?" "You don't want to know why I need it?" "I already know." "And will you punish Francesco? Me?" Axel leaned back against the chair, his hand sliding down my back. A shiver ran through me, raising goosebumps, and for a moment I forgot my mission. "We'll make it a fair trade. I won't punish anyone." I nodded—so far, so good. But it was still Axel, and he never played fair.

the man said, pulling a heavy, matte black pistol from an ankle holster I hadn't noticed while I was busy grinding against his lap. “ Those are purifiers. Radicalized humans with more money than sense and a hard-on for genocide.” “Gbooooom!!! , The wall to our left exploded. Dust and dry walls sprayed the room, blinding me for a second. "Grawkh! Wheeze... hugh-ck!"A jagged, racking cough tore through my chest, leaving me doubled over and gasping for air. Through the haze, I saw a silhouette, tall armored, and wearing a gas mask that made it look like a giant insect. They attempted to fire.

*Dust* The grip on my arm loosens, but I don’t dare move. I can feel the heat radiating from River Tempest, the Alpha of the Silverfang pack, as he stands before me, a force of nature that commands both awe and fear. His presence is electric, igniting something deep within me, a spark I didn’t know existed. I can’t understand it; I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m just Dust, the servant of a pack that barely acknowledges my existence. But here, standing before this warrior Alpha, I feel seen.

“Because we fight for something real. For home. For legacy. For survival. You fight for power. And you’ll die with nothing.” His lip curled into a snarl. “I’ll kill you myself,” he growled. “Drag your broken body through the streets. Burn your name from this world.” Rayne raised her blade. “Then come and try.” Xavier lunged first, claws unsheathed, teeth bared as he shifted halfway—bones snapping, fur sprouting along his arms. Rayne met him head-on, steel flashing. And then, war exploded around them. The Valen warriors clashed with Xavier’s rogues, howls and screams echoing across the valley. Jace dove into the fray beside Garran, blades flying. Arrows rained from the ridge. Earth trembled b

"I don't like him in any way. He just makes me feel ashamed by playing in such an absurd manner," Minahil retorted and took a bottle from her bag and took long gulps of the mint shake. "Yes, Abraham." The deafening charivari along with loud banging and whistling attracted the attention of everyone present there except for the boys playing fiercely. "The queen bee with her groupie!" Minahil said scrunching up her nose to which Yara laughed. Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground.