Dustpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

| 17 Kayzel_123: Ecto? | Mrs. Lapuz watches in horror as rival players gather around Ecto and batter him with various weapons. These warriors are different from the earlier fare of goblins and zombies. Mrs. Lapuz counts five players and they’re all attractive. To her, they look like superheroes in Marvel movies because even when they look weird or dark, they’re still stylish.

I faced the warriors, and I howled with a tinge of annoyance, "Mountain Dew Pack!" "The day we have been waiting for has come, the day to defend your pack has come. The day to defend your freedom has come." "If they attack us, the ones our traps cannot eliminate, your Spears will. The ones, your Spears cannot eliminate, your bows and arrows will. The ones your bows and arrows cannot eliminate, your wolves will. I want you to brace up, and show up for yourselves, for your, and for your pack." "Mountain Dew Pack Warriors. Assemble." I howled again, and the warriors howled in response.

Brown and gold and barely focused. "Kael," she whispers. "The dust. Do not let them touch the dust." I look at the black powder covering the courtyard. It shifts in the night breeze like something alive. A warrior near the gate steps too close. The dust rises. Clings to his boot. He cries out—a sharp, surprised sound—and collapses. "Nobody move!" I roar. "The dust is poison. Stand still. Do not breathe it in." The warriors freeze. The servants slam their doors.

She was to work hand in hand with Robert Carter and Delta Ashton Whitespear. Abel Wey was too excited about the fight that he made me a bit worried. The fact that he could not die was a plus on our side, but the fact that he had no motivation was a problem. What if he decided to switch sides last minute? He had no allegiances to anyone, nor did he have any affiliation. He was just coming to fight for the thrill. Such people couldn't be trusted. We all knew what Dinah and Abel had done seventy years ago. We knew the kind of people they were. It would be dangerous to trust them completely.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

“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.

My wounds were stinging badly and I sobbed on the grass where he had left me. I could see he was mad. Really mad and he wanted to vent his anger on some unfortunate person who just happened to be me. He dumped a bag close to my head and I craned my neck to see what he was doing. In the bag, he produced items that made me cringe. A leather whip, a bow and a quiver full of arrows, a gun, a catapult, rope, duct tape and bullets. Don't forget his trusted knife.

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

His smile faltered, and he tasted the dish himself, only to rush to the trash to spit it out. Taking advantage of his distraction, I grabbed the plate and bowl and dumped their contents onto him. Before he could react, I darted out of the room, barefoot, sprinting for freedom.