Dustpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

One big fool sported a war hammer that looked comical until it drove a Legionnaire’s helmet down in-between his shoulder blades. Malitus fought on and the field of battle shifted, the press of The Picts force pushing back their shield wall. He looked up to see the sky dim as a rain of arrows dropped on the men. They maneuvered to the turtle position, but their small groups of turtles felt the feet of ten thousand Picts on them and collapsed their shelters. Chaos reigned on the battlefield and Malitus found himself running like mad with no destination. *** Drust groaned on the tree as the blood ran from his limbs. “I feel them, Gonar,” he croaked. “I feel them close.”

Dee POV So, Ruby and I went topside to get with the elites and warriors for all 6 packs, I know that we had need Dark Dragon Recruits but I am not sure of our numbers and same with the Special men Elite team. I wanted to get a head count on every warrior and the elite in each pack. I got there all the warriors are stood in a squad style formation, then the elites were standing next to them in formation as well, the Alpha’s and Beta’s from each pack stepped forwards and gave the numbers of warriors and Elites in their pack , First Mark he said Queen Destiny we have 500 warriors and 300 elites warriors, I said 800 in total thanks, then Bryant said our pack in this location has 1200 warriors a

“Three camps, each with 125 warriors, with an extra 50 to 75 warriors within each camp themselves.” “Why were there so many within this camp?” “Shift change, some of the warriors come into the camps for a little fun and release before having to patrol or sit in a camp where nothing happens.” As the high of the fight settles, Zaire and Alpha Ryan hear a few growls that erupt from within their group of warriors. Zaire looks around as the members of this camp slowly come out of their hiding places, the warriors that growl all slowly step forward and head over to stand in front of a few of the females and a couple of the males they all growl low at the same time,

"This isn't about individual glory anymore. In order to achieve victory, you're going to need to work together. As a warrior, you will rely on your packmates for survival. This is the lesson that you will learn for this next competition." With a cocky grin on his face, Dustin, the warrior from his pack who was considered the strongest contender, strutted forward as Terry finished his speech. He eyed Abby and me with disdain. I glared back at him, earning a smirk from him. "Looks like we've got some weak links on this team," he taunted, smirking at us. “Shut up, Dustin,” Noah growled.

~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.

I didn't tell them when they were going to attack, I planned on surprising them, matching my armies far into the Kingdom. By the time they would know, we are already far ahead, having the upper hand. Dante had returned as he promised. He was the only one who knew of my attack. I had been able to unlock my wolf which made me heal before people gather and before they could see Dante. "We are making progress," he said, joining me at the stand. "We are getting there," I muttered. "You never accept praise," he complained. "Not until the job is done," I tell him. "You have seized a lot of packs and some have volunteered to join us, that's achievable," he commented.

Amidst the war preparations, this news brought a much-needed smile to everyone’s faces. *** As Serai and Paige completed their ritual, the full extent of Vercus’s dark plan became clear. The warriors of Waterfall readied themselves for battle. Even those from Star Crust, once hesitant, now stood side by side with their former enemies. Daryl stood at the edge of the pack, gazing up at the night sky. He could feel the weight of his ancestors, the legacy of his bloodline pressing upon him. His heart pounded with the knowledge that soon, he would face Vercus. The storm was coming, but they were ready.

"No. This is the elders' mountain. We are going back to the city, just a few minutes away from our mansion." Seven hours later, after arriving at the pack and the formal introduction, and a heartfelt lunch, they were now in the lobby of the Moonlight pack office of the Warrior. Two Moonlight Warrior soldiers dragged a handcuffed rogue werewolf in a human form with floppy neon hair between them. A third soldier walked in front of them, carrying an oversized bag marked ‘evidence’. Beyond the clear plastic front, simmering particles of rainbow-coloured dust swirled in tiny cyclones. magical witch's dust. It was a drug that made supernaturals lose control and hallucinate. And these weren’t hallu

When our palms met, the fierce, unshakeable resonance of our mate bond surged between us, steadying my racing pulse. We turned and walked out of the tent into the freezing morning. The strike force had already gathered in the central clearing. Sixty-eight warriors stood in silent formation, their breath rising in synchronized, pale plumes against the iron sky. Jarek’s Frostpeak warriors formed the northern vanguard, their white bear pelts making them look like ghosts against the dusting of fresh snow. Reka’s Shadowfang archers stood to the flank, quivers bristling with black-fletched broadhead arrows. Kael and Marcus stood at the center, leading twenty of our heaviest melee fighters.

Darling, I call on to thee, In respect to your fee. Pressure is off the table, Which makes me unable. You are special, you see, And I have to play my cards right, Though that does not give You the freedom of manoeuvre. Ties that bind, Makes the situation tight. I want you all to myself, But you’ve to respect, I work with dust. Forget the words of mummy dearest, You are in too deep. And my dust has already worked