Feathertail Warriors Novels & Stories

Haunted. “I believe he’s still out there. Watching.” Don leaned forward, voice lowering. Before Jo could speak, one the warriors opened the door to the carriage, bowing. “We’ve arrived, Alpha.” Jo stepped down. The Wind Warrior Pack territory looked like something out of an old legend, stone towers spiraled into the sky, a beautiful crest on top of the highest towers. A woman approached, wrapped in deep blue robes and bearing the crest of the Wind Library, a swirling spiral with a single feather in the center.

Leading them was ex-Gamma Jason, Head Warrior Nick, Ashford, and his mate, Thea. Ash darted his eyes at me and nodded. In his orbs were unspoken apologies. That was enough for me to erase what I thought about them earlier. Moon Valley is not a coward after all. Perhaps, the idea of what is right versus what is acceptable in our society finally dawned on them. “Warriors of Moon Valley!” the gallant head warrior exclaimed. “Let’s take our freedom back and save Nixon Turner. ‘Charge!!!!!!!!” “Grrrrr!!!!!!” The Stone Valley shook with their low guttural vocalization in unison. The warriors charged and battled with us.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

The warriors immediately halted their fighting and bowed their heads as she passed, like puppets whose strings had been momentarily loosened. I didn’t move until she was gone. Not a breath. Not a twitch. Only when the echo of her footsteps disappeared did I finally exhale. My chest ached as I realized how long I’d been holding my breath. The silence that followed was suffocating. I stared at the warriors again — at their inhuman strength, their unnatural calm — and finally let the truth settle cold in my stomach. These weren’t wolves. They weren’t even beasts. They were something else entirely. Something she had made.

With the last command, the vassal roared and transformed into his animal form, and went to deliver his errand. “Your Holiness.” Aidan broke the silence between them while waiting for Malikul’s arrival. “Speak your mind, Your Majesty Crown Prince Aidan,” Shadow said. “Why did the T-Vir mess with the Feather clan? Why them?” The glimmered eyes of the rest of them changed explicitly at the said clan. The Feather clan wasn’t as problematic as the Wolf tribe, they were strong, nonetheless. Nevertheless, other clans or tribes refused to mess with the Feather clan because they were the biggest potion developer in The Unknown.

He growls. “I am Asher Feathers, and this cannot and never happen under my watch! We are going to fight back because we are not weak. I know situations of war, some lives are lost, but I am not going to allow that to happen in mine. No one is going to lose his or her life and that’s the reason we need to plan and be on our toes” he thunders

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field. “Did you feel it?” one barked, chest swelling. “The bond! The strength of it! With her beside him, Troy cannot be beaten.” Their laughter and howls rang like a war-drum. They beat their fists against their chests, invigorated, ready to follow wherever Troy and Daisy led. The Skeptics’ Whisper But not all hearts rejoiced. In the shadow of the barracks, whispers slithered like venom. “So it’s true,” one wolf muttered bitterly. “He beds the Masked Alpha and now we’re supposed to believe she was our savior all along?”

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

And armed warriors entered in perfect formation black armor engraved with the unmistakable symbol of the royal house. Tanya stepped back instinctively. Her mother whispered, shaken, “They found us too fast…” Kael moved in front of Tanya without hesitation. Protective. Instant. Unquestioning. The bond between them surged violently at the contact. Tanya hated how her body responded to it. Hated it more because it felt safe. The warriors advanced. Silent. Precise. Not rogues. Not hunters. Soldiers. Trained. Loyal.