Erin Hunter Warriors Series In Order Novels & Stories

The sexual tension was unbearable; I couldn’t let myself act out and go out with her when that would be too fast and that would hurt her. Her hands gripped harshly on my tie only turned me on more. Reminding me of our past, she wanted power. All the power that she could get in the world but with me. I provoked her power belittled it but when truly her powers were hidden under the most infamous name in history ‘The Black Hunter’. I would be lucky and honored to have her by my side but all that was on my mind at the moment was how much I wanted to hear her say my name while having me inside of her. I was down bad and that was realized when I gave the order to kill her.

Miles is rambling on about taking over packs easy with the murder of the alphas. "It is easy once you get the pups to shoot the alpha I step in and kill the beta and third taking over the pack. I usually keep the luna for awhile but all they do is cry for their mate. So in the end I kill them",I hold in my growl as he rambles on and as soon as I get a clear shot I shift mid air and tackle him to the ground and he fires his gun but Hunter rolls out of the way. Hannah shrieks in fear as he rolls to safety. I hear crying as he checks her for injuries. "Hunter, she cries, your bleeding",my gut churns as I punch Miles over and over till his body goes slack. I don't stop till my dad yanks me off a

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.

And I would make sure Carter will be among them! Then a howl broke the silence of the night and with incredible speed, the two jumped and met in midair. Razorsharp Claws clashed as they reached for each other’s neck and I held my breath. Hunter had been in so many wars. He was a conqueror. He eliminated all his enemies and proved that his way to be the most powerful Alpha of this region. And just like how he won all his battles before, I knew he could do it again and I will make sure I will be by his side through all of it.

But in the rest, I don't need her. "You know what Hunter? " "what?" I asked back cookey and confidence and power. At that moment she looked straight into my eyes, for the first time I can see all the pain flowing through her body and mind, and I can see the limit she had, the riching point when she just can't take it anymore.

"You may think you don't want it now, but you don't know what you want now. You're young. You're only just now becoming a wolf. You're not even a full adult yet." "I'm not a child," I tell her. "You still think like a child sometimes though. You still act like a child sometimes. All you really know is how to kill." Ouch. That hurts. I love Erin, but she can cut too close to home sometimes. Is it true? Am I really that unfeeling? The burial complete, our pack resumes patrol. Soon I spot more rogues and kill them effortlessly. Too effortlessly. It is as if eliminating one brings forth more.

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

I was involved with the hunters, trafficking rings, and other shit long before I came to the Council, but I made sure that it was never tied to me. While Corey and I were partners, we weren’t equals even if he didn’t realize it. He was great at following orders but lacked strategic foresight. That was precisely why I made the plans. Sentinels were our warriors. They were trained to be elite warriors because they were an army and were sent out to keep order among the various packs. It was also their jobs to do the investigations whenever we had a need for it.

“But we protect what is ours.” The fight was quick after that. Warriors and rogues moved together, driving the hunters back with blades and teeth, the storm above them rumbling, rain falling harder. One by one, the hunters fell, lowered or driven into the mud, weapons torn from their hands. The older hunter tried to rise, a silver blade in his shaking hand, but Raven stepped forward, kicking the blade away, her boot pressing to his chest. “Tell the others,” she said, leaning down, her eyes glowing. “This pack is under my protection. We will not bow. We will not break.”

He waved his hand over his shoulder. “Practice is over. Go home.” I walked beside Wes and Stu back to the locker room to shower and change. I knew all the wolves were furious, but I didn’t care. The city was neutral territory. If they wanted to fight, I could eliminate them all, and there was not a damn motherfucking thing anybody could do if they started a fight. Now that they had their wolves, the rules were different. Wolves didn’t start getting their wolves until they were 16, while we were born with our bears. That’s what made us stronger. We have been in tune with our bears since our first heartbeat. I eyed them as they surrounded Stu, Wes, and I. I raised an eyebrow at them as I flexe