Feathertail Warriors Novels & Stories

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

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…?”

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

She was really young then and felt this had to stop after she on a few occasions met with the Moon Goddess who was sad that all this is happening to her creatures. She secretly made war between some rogue packs with the one she was held captive and was able to gather the remaining warrior wolves and while the killing was on, they were able to get away from that area and tried to make a living amongst the humans. She encountered a witch who tried to trespass their land which they were able to purchase from some humans that wasn't in use. As she was brought to your Nana who was the leader, she introduced herself as Raven. She has dark straight hair and high cheekbones with violet eyes".

He is close. That night, Tahr holds me tightly and reassures me that we will survive. I trust Tahr and our friends and I know we will make it through this. We snuggle in the nest with our son and talk about names. I say no to Kyran, Braden, and Regal. Tahr says no to Archer, Asgard, and Damar. It's such an ordinary thing to do when we know danger is so very near. I fall asleep in Tahr's arms as he watches over us. I plan to be at full strength to fight our enemy.

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.”