Ferncloud Warriors Novels & Stories

The blue-haired Whaleton Warrior suddenly frowned, pointing into the distance. Nearly a hundred weird people with cinerous skin appeared in the air. The lower half of their bodies were like gray flood dragons and were covered with scales. They had terrifying tails and claws. Their skin on the upper part of their bodies was indigo blue with strange patterns. Their faces looked ugly and ferocious. There were dark clouds under their feet. Hundreds of people were standing in the void like immortals on clouds. They were watching the battle in the distance. Ceromen were the main force of the chaotic camp of the Sea Clan. They had always been mortal enemies of the Mermaid Clan and the other orderly

I don't mind because Vero has a crucial job. "All warriors have prepared to meet the Blue Sea Pack with claws, kicks, and bites," Vero reported with a happy face, and a fire of passion was burning in his body. "Good job, chief warrior." I tapped Vero's shoulder. "The new warriors are also ready to join the battlefield. They are very excited! They are young children who have strong stamina." Vero is proud to have found warriors according to his criteria. Tomorrow or the day after, we are ready to welcome the Blue Sea Pack.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

The others will follow with the vans and try to find a way to get close to that damn pack. - There are paths there, dirt and in poor condition. Humans don't use these roads, because they lead nowhere. But it will take one more day than on foot. While the warriors refuel the vans' tanks and the baskets of food and water for the journey, the Darkmoon warriors fill their stomachs and quench their thirst. Delta Adam would command the warriors who followed in the vans, while Dylam took command of the 100 warriors who followed through the forest. The men were divided up, and when the time for departure came, the first to go was the van.

We were strong, we were resilient, and we were united in our cause. With a final deep breath, I stepped out into the open air, ready to face whatever lay ahead. our warriors are ready for whatever the enemy packs throw at us. Every warrior knows their position and role to play in this conflict, and they are all working diligently towards their goals without any unnecessary fanfare or grandstanding.

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.

The head is that like a sea horse and instead of fir, they were covered in scales. As for Aiden, the warriors flew on top of what looked like huge butterflies. But don’t mess with one if you don’t know how to handle one, they can be dangerous. I looked down and noticed Kerron warriors along with Nympha warriors on the ground all of us fighting for the same cause. Peace.

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.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."