Ferncloud Warriors Novels & Stories

I asked, throwing some more sweet buttery popcorn into my mouth. Dad shook his head, hands wrapping around his cane as if trying to shake off the confusion, “I want to understand your movie son- but the sandix is the heart of the universe right? Isn’t that why the Algorians and the…uh...” “Ishcans.” “Right, the Ishcans as well as the rebel planets wanted the sandix, so how the hell did it turn out to be Valeria?” “Dad, it’s all explained in the movie,” I dragged, I was not about to explain a whole 3 hrs. event.

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

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

They formed a protective circle around me as we descended toward the western edge of the camp. By the time we reached the perimeter, the whole place was filled with chaos. Warriors fought warriors, many wearing the same colors, making it impossible to tell friend from foe at a glance. The fox illusions were masterful; each fake fighter moved and fought just like the real ones would. I focused on my connection to the Ferals, using a low hum to direct them forward. They moved as one unit, clearing a path through the confusion. Unlike the regular warriors, visual illusions didn't fool the Ferals; they relied on scent and sound, following my commands perfectly.

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.

he assured. He left, not wanting to talk about the matter. On the full moon, Jared already took his position and I was forced to sneak out, going to the place I had asked Jared to prepare. The thing is, I had asked Jared to prepare and train my personal army. They think I don't have royal men in the palace but the truth is, I have fourteen thousand loyal soldiers waiting for a command. I had asked Jared to send them the command and slowly they began showing up, night by night, it started with a hundred, grew with a hundred and fifty and soon it grew to a thousand men as they all answered the command.

We are the strongest members, so we will be facing the alphas, cutting it down with a swift strike. “We’ve got this,” he said, his voice a steady anchor amidst the chaos. I nodded, my focus never wavering. “We have to.” The battle raged on, the line between friend and foe blurring as bodies fell on both sides. The Bluecreek warriors fought with a desperation born of starvation, their movements wild and unpredictable. But my warriors fought with purpose, their loyalty and need for revenge, and driving them forward. They fought viciously.

"And whatever you do, don't touch anything. Not the trees, not the ground, nothing." Not the ground? The ground that felt like it was eating away at the sole of my boots. The two warriors—Finn and Sera—moved like shadows themselves, trained and deadly. Finn was tall and broad-shouldered, his face scarred from years of battle. Sera was smaller but moved with a predator's grace, twin blades strapped to her back. Both looked at me with undisguised skepticism. I didn't blame them. I was the weak link. The civilian who'd barely survived her first infiltration. But I'd proven myself useful once so i could do it again.

KIERAN “Are you an idiot?” I yell into the microphone on my headset for the billionth time. Rob had just gotten himself blown up by a creeper, leaving me alone in the mineshaft we had slowly been making our way through. We’ve been playing Minecraft together for the past few hours, and this kid doesn’t know anything! I’m honestly losing my mind, but there isn’t anything else to do. All my other friends are asleep. I can’t blame them, with it being 4a.m. and all. Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me.