Fernsong Warriors Novels & Stories

Tera pyaar, bus meri zindagi, Tera pyaar," (Your love is my life 4X) The whole crowd was now singing with Abraham and Saad. Kabir and another boy got up and began doing a couple dance. Abraham walked towards them and sat beside Yara such that Yara was between him and Minahil. He glanced at her again, who was now clenching and unclenching her jaw, her gaze steady on the bonfire. He smiled before beginning to sing again while producing a different note this time. "Mere baad kisko sataoge, Mere baad kisko sataoge, Mujhe kis trah mitaoge, Mujhko toh barbaad kiya hai, Aur kise barbaad kroge, Ro-ro ke faryaad kroge, Aur kise barbaad kroge," (Who will you agrieve after me How will you remove me fro

​The Ferals didn’t attack with the tactical precision of the future's Reclaimed, nor did they use the sophisticated maneuvers of the Aegis. They attacked with the mindless, overwhelming force of a tectonic shift. Thousands of massive, grey-furred wolves—beasts the size of forest ponies—surged out of the treeline at the base of the peak. At their head was Fenris, his silver-wolf form a jagged, metallic streak against the dark tide of his army. They didn't bother with flanking or decoys; they simply used the sheer, terrifying weight of their numbers to swarm the lower ramparts, climbing over the mounting piles of their own dead to reach our walls.

The one in the middle with really dark hair, who seemed to be the outgoing one in the group greeted. I nodded, trying to recall where I must have seen them, but nothing was coming in mind. “I’m called Fenwa.” She introduced herself and turned to the other two. “This is Base and Fenicka.” She introduces the one on her right and left. They bowed gave a slight bowed. “And to what do I owe this visit?” I didn’t recognize even after the introductions. “I can tell that, you don’t know us. We are the viridian warriors and have been working with Astrid who is our leader. We haven’t heard from her for a long time now and we decided to come check and see what is going on.”

“Miss me sis?” “You fucker.” The rogue whispered under his breath, his gaze narrowing on Fenris. But I had heard enough. Leaping forward I latched my jaws around his neck and jerked, pulling his head from his body, the sounds of bones snapping and skin tearing filling the otherwise quiet forest. Dropping his decapitated head to the ground I turned to my warriors and nodded to the wounded warrior they had already tied up and gagged.

The engine’s vibration travels through both of us - a shared heartbeat of metal and power. Behind us, Ironfang’s warriors gather - some human, some already in partial shift. Their eyes glow faintly under the rising sun, claws flexing around the handles of their bikes. The smell of wolf and fuel mixes, sharp and electric. I raise my voice over the noise. “Remember! No harm to civilians. No innocents. We take out the warriors only. Varrick’s mine. No one touches him.” Ironfang nods once, silver eyes glinting in the dawn light. A low growl ripples through the ranks - agreement, not challenge.

He was in deep trouble now! Benson had long since heard of the Pendragon Warriors' reputation. The Pendragon Warriors were among the most elite and most ruthless soldiers one would ever have the misfortune to meet. They had served the frontline of the battlefield, which equipped every single one of them with razor-sharp instincts and merciless ferocity.

Fenris gave a bellow that shook the trees. At the back of us the Shadowood warriors went. They didn't run. They just flew. Our pack was on the upper hand with the enemy blinded and their lines cut. Mara and Talon were on the flanks, and their shrieks were adding to the chorus of howling of Fenris a frightening war-song.

I looked on as the five clans marched to their respective corners of the battlefield, the leader of each stepping forward to meet in the very centre. The King of the Lykans, King Duncan, the King of Lamia, King Caver, the Queen of the Seers, Queen Linsar, the Queen of the fae, Queen Hatter, and the Queen of Half-Caste, Queen Simone. The five leaders joined each other at the centre of the battlefield where they awaited the arrival of the sixth clan.

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

I'll join you in a minute! We went up to the roof, and we were met with an unbelievable sight. Rogues normally only run in groups of twenty or so. There must be two hundred of them. This isn't just a rogue attack." Conri agreed, "There is an Alpha, somewhere, who is challenging us. An Alpha is the only one who can get rogues together like this." I furrowed my brows, "Time to rain some lightning bolts." I started raining large lightning bolts on every area that I saw rogues in. I knew our warriors were skilled enough to avoid them while fighting, so I wasn't really worried about hitting any of them. As soon as I started seeing warriors fall, I raised my arms and said, "sana mea bellatores". T