Dustpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

The room erupted in cheers and I sat back down to Peter. "Now, we must prepare for our allies in the Blood Moon. If they are to be ambushed, we will be there to fight alongside of them. A war may be coming and we must be ready. From now on, we will be training from five in the morning to noon. I know it's long hours, but this will be a time to master your skills and learn new things that you want to. You must push each other and look out for the good of all. If anyone is against this, please say so now." No one said anything. Everyone stared straight at Jaedon, a determined look in their eyes. "We are strong because we stick together and know we have no weakness. We will eat good meals and h

They crashed down, hitting their backs on the dust. And just when the blades were about to go down, the slave warriors raised their shield, blocking the blades from reaching their heads. They rolled quickly to the side and jumped up. Then, Determined to take over, the Red Teeth warriors dropped their war equipment and started using their fists. Heavy dust filled the whole stage as they bounced and rolled over each other, wounding and breaking the enemies' bones while they cried in pain. Before I knew it, the RED TEETH PACK warriors had already slammed all their opponents down, with their swords lying directly across their necks.

The five were registered as Gray Claw warriors. But Paisley raised a dissatisfied brow. "How many kills to get promoted?" The Gamma flipped through his manual. "Thirty cumulative kills to become 'Iron Claw,' and so on." A arrogant smile spread across Paisley's face. "Then becoming a 'Silver Claw' general will be a piece of cake." Low chuckles rippled around. The battlefield wasn't a training ground; the Dragon Ash warriors were far tougher than beasts. Only Adelaide knew the golden glint in Paisley's eyes wasn't naivety, but genuine battle lust.

I wouldn’t let him, or anyone else, use me again. The power rippled under my skin, and though I hadn’t sent the Warriors off to hunt with it, a part of it still bound them together. I took a deep breath and reeled it in further, burying it deep within myself. The murmurs of the Warriors suddenly grew louder. They pointed at Sasha and began to rumble with discontent. “You said you were the Selene-Blade!” One snarled at her. Other voices joined in. “How could you sabotage us like that!”

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

I can’t believe he is being such a drama king right now. I hear the warriors gather around. Warrior Peace says 30 and the others start saying numbers as well. I figured out they were calling out time frames. The longest time was 3 minutes. Everyone laughed at that. My special force warriors came on the field and joined in the fun. Seleste walks out after hearing the warriors. She looks at Warrior Peace and winks at him. “Are you ready, Mr. Alpha? Remember out here, we are not mates. We are warriors, so bring your A game because I won’t hold back on you.” Seleste said with a smirk.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”