Feathertail Warriors Novels & Stories

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.

It growled as the men in the clearing all froze, their eyes narrowing as they turned to face the direction of the sound. I was too stunned and amazed by the dragon that had saved me once before to move, let alone breath properly. Its long neck was thick yet elegant as it held its head up high with a proud and ferocious gleam in its eyes. Its wings were tucked against its back as he moved forward, sending the men into a frenzy as they twitched and fluttered faintly. Its tail was long and moved almost like a snake as it followed its body, the point of it showing its thick tuft of long black fur that surprised me.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

She only reached his shoulders and was easily one-thirds his size. “If the shoe fits,” Chad shrugged his thick shoulders. “First of all, I’m a human like you—unfortunately! Secondly, I’m faculty here and, therefore, allowed access to this facility and its equipment,” “I don’t think so—like I said, lady, either control that temper or find another way to vent it, so long as it’s on my poor bags!” “Fine—you, me, mat—now!” Kat didn’t wait for his reply as she turned and walked onto the center of the wrestling mat. She assumed the fighting stance, her legs evenly spaced and arms up. “Come on, big boy…unless you’re scared…?”

The faint memory of touching the rich ebony silk of his hair made her fingers itch to do it again. At once memories of the previous night - dream or not, hypnotic trance or not - sent a throbbing through her body. She wished she knew if it really happened. And if it did, what he was thinking now. His gaze was so riveting she found herself unable to move, lines from the book swirling in her brain. "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis."

: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 earth beneath her feet seemed to pulse with energy, each footfall aligning with the rhythm of the wild. Through a parting of the foliage, a clearing revealed itself, a sanctuary of chaos and fury. Her breath hitched as her eyes drank in the sight before her—an awe-inspiring clash of warriors, their forms a blur of movement and determination. The warriors of the Dark Moon Pack, renowned for their fierce loyalty and unwavering strength, were locked in an epic confrontation with their formidable adversaries.

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

Wondering if Atlas would be pissed or amused at my resourcefulness, I felt my bones crack and shift into place as the fur retracted from my body. Within seconds, I was fully Fae, and completely naked. "Will you quit poking and prodding us like cattle?" I seethed, charging forwards with much more gusto than I actually had. The warriors had the sense to step back, finally lowering their spears. I noticed something dripping off the end of one, and was thankful it hadn't pricked our skin. One of the warriors stepped forwards, taller and more imposing than the rest. Midnight hair was cropped short on his head, accompanying a scar that ran from temple to chin.

he says, and our chest seems to tighten for a second as his wolf spirit links to us. He steps back and the next follows. "I, Curt Feist, pledge myself to King Atticus and Pack Kincaid," the next warrior says, and the feeling inside of us repeats. Each one takes their turn, even Layla, and we dismiss them with a smile on our face. Knowing we can link with the warriors in times of danger is reassuring. None of them have phones and since we don't always have access to a charger phones aren't an ideal means to communicate anyway.