Romans & histoires Feathertail Warriors

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.

asked a dark-haired girl beside me with kind brown eyes. James chuckled. “Dear pack members, this is Laila—my most amazing gift from the Moon Goddess.” I raised a brow at him but couldn’t help a small smile. He flashed me his signature smile and winked. “That’s our female gamma, Kate,” he added, pointing to the black haired beside me. “And next to her is her mate and our gamma, Dereck.” Dereck, a broad man with dark hair and brown eyes, held Kate close with one arm. His wide face and beard contrasted her delicate features, but something about them made me think they could be siblings too.

Hazel's POV Alpha Matteo kept chuckling at how scared I looked. Forcing my eyes to open, my jaws suddenly dropped at the sight before me. The newly initiated warriors’ bodies were painted with what looked like red human blood. Their hair was decorated with wild bird feathers, cowries, and small bones, with bold white chalk marks under their eyes. I looked at the girls and noticed they were wearing small dresses made of dry leaves, soft animal skin, and ropes of grass, covering only their pubic areas.

I wonder at that for a while and conclude it must be because of their beta, who is also sitting at this table for some reason. I take one look at Beta Fen of the Ironclaw pack and try to analyze him. His scars speak of battles fought and won. He's wearing a leather jacket and there are no sleeves, his arms are on full display and they are riddled with scars. He's a fighter for sure, but he's also something else. I take a closer look and beg my mind to notice that thing that feels just out of reach. His hair catches my eye first. It's tucked behind one ear, and made to fall over the other and down the shoulder of that ear. Warriors wear their hair cut close, or at least in various short style

Kael was a whirlwind of destruction, his powerful form a living weapon, ripping through their attackers with savage efficiency. Despite their ferocity, the Ironfang scouts were no match for the combined might of Elara and Kael. They were outnumbered, but not outmatched. They fought with the unity of fated mates, their movements synchronized, their attacks coordinated. With a final, chilling howl of defiance, the remaining Ironfang scouts retreated, melting back into the shadows of the mountains, leaving behind a trail of their fallen comrades.

Leander sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "There has to be free will to some extent," Leander adds to his thoughts. He is right. I don't believe in the rule to begin with. Seth's rejection must have really worried Leander. I still didn't know all of the details but they took extreme precautions afterwards. Gatheo continues to stare at the ground with a look of guilt no man could come back from. "Are the head warriors considered high ranking?" I ask. "Everyone in this room is considered higher ranking. All of these warriors have taken a sacred oath sworn to the Moon Goddes to protect this pack and their loyalty to their Alpha. The oath and ceremony provides them greater strength th

It could only be done in mumbles and whispers. "And also," the first elder suddenly voiced out, gaining everyone's attention and away from their conversations. He sent me a quick gaze with a little smile plastered on his face which indicated that he wanted to say something else that had to do with me, and returned his gaze to the others present. "Doris here will form a new league which will be called the 100 Warriors. You all are also to note that those who enter the 100 Warriors and survive the training, will have the opportunity to directly enter the chief warrior seat under the highest leader of the Iron Claw Warriors, and can also lead other warriors." He paused and looked at the faces o

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ