Dynasty Warriors Origins Chapters Novels & Stories

My pulse ticked faster. “An old one,” Cassius nodded slowly. “Passed down from our fathers to us and from their fathers to them. From sire to son across all generations. Two original beings, born of the first moon's fire. One an alpha, the other a rogue. They were to forge a new era of moonfall.” I stared at them incredulously. “You never thought to mention this?” “It was all eons ago,” Dimitri defended. “We believed the originals were lost to time, their lines extinguished. It was all bedtime stories to us. Originals were meant to have died out centuries ago.”

I suddenly had a flashback of my Mom and my nightmare but tried my best to ignore it for now. After that, I went to eat my food. I needed to get back on my feet to have enough strength in finding Claire, my Mom's best friend. Maybe, Doron can help me since he seems so kind. I sigh. I promise Mama, I will look for Claire. I will get revenge for what they did to you... I said to myself. I need to eat well to have back my strength, and Doron was right about it. And I know it would not be easy. I'm praying to the mighty Abba that he will guide me with this journey. Abba... I hope that You will guide me.

The beta youths surrounding Wade and Danielle howled in their usual fawning manner. “I want to go first!” Danielle growled, shape shifting fast. Scar sighed, steeling himself. This was the hard part where they tried to add more scars to the ones which had already taken over all of his body. Slowly and steadily over space of sixteen years they had covered every inch of skin on his body with claw marks like a tattoo. It had started with Wade’s elder brother Roc who was more of his age-mate, but when Roc and his friends outgrew it, Wade and his lackey had taken over.

Chapter 78 Marcus I found my mate Mari during one of my first missions to the packs. My tour was to go around to the nearby packs The Black Stone, Devils Ridge, Yellow River, and Red Lake Packs. While at the packs I was to assess their warriors training and gauge the need to start up a traveling Combative and SERE’s Training program. I had wanted to head up the program since my father had started the Alpha’s Academy. Though back then it was called the warriors academy. Our goal at the time was to provide the packs with the best defensive training. Yet most packs would only send their Alpha’s. So my father renamed it the Alpha’s academy. After watching several of these so-called Alpha’s co

They beat her up just because she ignored amd spat on them when they asked her to follow them home. From then on, we all agreed to kill and keep killing as many of the Silvercrest and Whitefang warriors we could, which we did, beginning with the boys that beat up Zara. And eventually we created the organization so our attacks would be more planned and effected perfectly so we wouldn't get caught till we were prepared for a full blown war.

Our chapter had come to a close, and a new one was about to unfold—one that would test our mettle, challenge our loyalties, and forge us into warriors capable of facing the unimaginable. With our shared purpose driving us forward, we took our first steps into the unknown, prepared to confront the shadows and protect all that we held dear. The battle for truth had begun, and as the moonlight guided our way, we ventured into the darkness, ready to face the chilling unknown that awaited us.

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. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

Raelynn picked up the whip that was lying on the ground and inspected it before she came to stand in front of the two men. “I will not ask why you killed our men. You were sent here on Dimitri’s orders.” Raelynn smacked the whip on the ground and the sound reverberated in the cold dungeon, making the two men freeze in fear. This was the first time they were seeing her this infuriated and an angry Raelynn was never good for them.

"My truth does not belong to pain alone. It is not bound only to what was taken from me. It is tied to blood, to legacy, to a world few mortals dare to believe exists. Our name does not whisper of merchants or farmers; it speaks of Alphas - leaders forged in teeth and claw, heirs to a kingdom unseen. My blood thrums with a power ancient and commanding. As a descendant of Alpha-blood werewolves, strength was my inheritance. For most, this birthright is a mantle of leadership - a genetic predisposition to power that manifests with the fire of puberty. Every child in my line was raised on stories of victories and unyielding rule. We were told that to be Alpha-blood was to be a destiny larger th

"That... was our greatest failure. We stopped seeing the lonely child and only saw the monster." The vision dissolved. Aiden found himself standing before the last page of the Book of Origins. Unlike the others, this page was blank. He looked at the First Guardian. "There's nothing here." "There isn't," the Guardian smiled. "Because history hasn't been written yet." He gently placed a hand on Aiden's shoulder. "The ending belongs to your generation." Aiden stared at the empty page. Slowly, silver letters appeared, not written by ink, but by light: