End Of Warrior Novels & Stories

LAUREN'S P0V After the war had ended, the pack Beta, Hunter, took it upon himself to ensure that the aftermath of the war didn't leave a lasting impact on the pack. He ordered all the warriors to come together and clean up, making sure to get rid of everything that reminded them of the traumatic experiences they had just gone through. Blood stains were cleaned, weapons were put away, and the camp was made to look as normal as possible.

Complete. Guerero’s body went still beneath him. Dead. Genaro stared down at him without emotion. Part of him wanted Guerero to suffer longer. Wanted him conscious for every second of the loss. But the moment Guerero spoke about Azerbel’s child… it ended. Behind him, warriors lowered their weapons slowly. The war was truly over now. But suddenly, Danika screamed. The sound ripped through the battlefield hard enough to make several warriors turn instantly. Broken.

Why was she shaking? The warrior shook his head, taking a few steps towards her. "You are my mate." The way he said it made her chest ache. His words sounded so true but that wasn't possible. She was three months away from her vows. The goddess couldn't be that cruel. She just couldn't... "I'm sorry Mr. War but you have to leave...please. I-I am not your mate," she said softly to him as his eyes darkened. He looked...angry. Turmoil etched onto his facial features.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

The man turned around and continued to ride away. “You can’t leave me!” Jade continued. “You cannot leave me to die!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears. None of the men turned back. Now completely distraught, Jade fell to her knees once more. She felt completely drained. As tears started to fall, a strong arm appeared out of nowhere to pull her up. Plop! She found herself seated at the back of a camel. “You can ride with me,” its rider said. With a renewed sense of hope, Jade mustered all the strength she had left. “Thank you,” she said as she finally succumbed to sleep.

Darina was standing next to Jake. He threw his sword on the ground and shouted loudly, facing his warriors, “The battle is over. We lost.” He looked at Darina and said softly, “Finish me.” She replied coldly, “I am not a monster. The war is over.”

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."

I knew the image of Killian’s wolf’s comatose body, his fur shredded apart, his skin visible underneath, blood pooling from every inch of him that was visible to the eyes…I will never forget this. She destroyed him in a way that even allowed him to shift back to his human form. He just lay there in his wolf form, his breath slowly giving out and his blood-stained eyes going vacant. Suddenly, the battlefield fell silent, the weight of what had just happened settling over everyone. Killian, the terror that had haunted us for so long, was no longer a threat. The Cold War had ended. GrayCrest has won. And Ivy stood victorious—even if we both lost enough to haunt us for an eternity. Silver turned

I guess that day was today. I were already wrapping up with my mates the plan for the next mission, when Alpha boomed through the link, “Your mate is in trouble. Packhouse. Now!” I ran like my life depended on it—because hers might. I shot a message through the mind link for another warrior to finish without me as I sprinted across the field, pushing every bit of speed my wolf could give me. He was just as frantic as I was.

Far away from her past traumas. "Yes!" The End