Feathertail Warriors Novels & Stories

Before Caitlin had a chance to take hold of her weapons, there came charging at her a dozen huge, muscle-bound warriors, all clad in full armor, all wielding fierce weaponry. Caitlin could sense, as they approach, that they were humans. Still, they looked like formidable warriors, battle-scarred, and it looked like they had done this many times before. And survived. They sprinted right for her, screaming with a battle cry, clearly wanting blood. Caitlin focused, centered herself. She tried to remember all the things Aiden had taught her, all the techniques on Pollepel. She tried to breathe, to find the peace in the center of the storm.

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

The warriors broke into fits of guffaws, all of them sounding derisive and scornful. "So what if the half-hour mark has arrived? Here I am! And here is my battle pet! We are all fine! Just you wait, I'll find out the person behind this and I'll make him pay!" This warrior's battle pet was a gargantuan Tibetan mastiff at least three to four meters tall, its golden coat of fur giving off a stately luster in the bright sunlight. But he barely finished when a loud bang struck, and a bolt of dark light hit the mastiff's large head, splitting it into half with blood pouring out and flowing down its torso.

Angel mind links me. We arrive at the same time that Rik arrives, and I see them. There must be 500 fae warriors standing in formation. They have spears, taller than they are, the color of silvery white. I guess height is something all fae have. I thought it was just Ailduin, but every one of these warriors, and I honestly can’t tell if they are all men or if some are women, are seven feet tall or taller. They look like something out of Lord of the Rings.

“And it’s your fucking fault!” Kian transformed into his wolf having enough of him, but he was caught off guard when a familiar wolf pounced on top of Richmond. He watched as his father’s wolf and Elder Landon’s wolf began tearing Richmond limb from limb. He looked around and wolves were fighting. Blood was being spilled and he had more blood to spill as his eyes took on the only remaining World Council member that didn’t cowardly take off. By the end of it all, the blood of the World Council member was soaking the ground beneath the paws of his pack members. They stood tall, driving out the remaining wolves that cowardly ran from them.

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

The handsome man with emerald-green eyes stroked Deanna's wet cheek before leaving his wife's presence. All the warriors began putting on horse harnesses, and some ran ahead toward the Pandora Pack. Some were not allowed to ride horses to maintain the balance of the horses that would die in the upcoming battle. The warriors also wore armor that covered their entire bodies except for their eyes and carried swords as well. “I'll go through the North.” Some warriors who were already skilled in battle began to rely on their instincts because Meazus or Zoan did not give any instructions. Before reaching the main gate, they saw the Alpha of the Pandora Pack standing there, raising his hand to halt

And when the time came, I would meet it head-on. Blind or not, I was ready. “Everyone is ready to fight,” whispered Kiran, who came up beside me. I could sense the pack gathering around me, uneasy but determined. Their breaths came fast, their feet shifted against the dirt, and their hearts beat like war drums in my ears. The odds weren’t good. We were a fresh new pack, and while I was trained, many of these were not trained warriors. They were fighters, yes, but out of desperation from living on the street. It was not the same as being trained by a seasoned warrior.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

He would throw a bitch fit about my not coming out. In my peripheral I catch sight of a thundering black monster of a wolf leaping through the air and taking down a group of ten ferals in one ferocious go. Chomping through them and slicing with powerful claws, an equally large white on his tail. It’s taking down some of the stragglers. It fills me with awe and pride that my parents are still warriors, as though it hasn’t been two decades since they last saw this kind of fight. Still fight in unison as one and watch one another’s backs. Seeing them this way raises my determination to do this and make them proud.