Fernsong Warriors Novels & Stories

“Blood magic is law. You killed their witch, you take her place.” Draven’s wolf throws a feral into a tree, snapping its spine. “She’s mine,” he growls, voice breaking through the shift. “Not yours. Not hers. Mine.” The ferals don’t attack. They kneel. All of them, hundreds, dropping to the dirt in one wave. “Hollow Queen,” they chant. “Hollow Queen. Lead us home.” The human war horn blows again, closer now. Engines roar past the south ridge. Caiden curses. “We have humans with guns on one side, ferals who think Wren is their goddess on the other. Pick your death.”

I implore, my voice brimming with determination. Sage's voice takes on a measured tone as he dives into the details of the encounter. "The rogue clan was known as the Bloodfangs," he begins, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if reliving the battle. "Their members were highly skilled fighters, each marked with the tattoo of a serpent entwined with a wolf on their wrists—a symbol of their unity and cunning." "They possessed a unique agility and strength," Sage continues, his words painting a vivid picture in my mind. "Their warriors moved with grace, striking swiftly and retreating with an uncanny precision. It was as if they were one with the shadows, blending seamlessly into the night."

But Vanessa’s hand caught his shoulder. "Kael, don't," she whispered, her green eyes fixed on her father. "He’ll do it. He’s already scoured three packs this morning. Silver Ridge is just a footnote to him." The warriors of Ember Fang moved in. They didn't use blades. They used silver nets that hummed with the same harmonic frequency Zuri had described. The mesh settled over me, and the red feather in my chest let out a final, agonizing shriek. I fell into the dark.

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."

Samson walked away whistling. The humans kept their distance. Most had no idea what the trailers held. The existence of werewolves and vampires was "need to know" and access to the secret meant you existed at the top of the chain of command. The cats, wolves, and vampires quietly entered the military camp and then took their leave an hour after the sun went down. Samson and his group left, heading in the other direction, minus Nicolas's two wolves. They made a straight shot out of the desert, then into the Arizona Mountains, and approached the center of the Southwest Clan's territory hours later.

It didn’t just vibrate in the air; it shook the souls of every creature in the valley. "Kill her!" Fenris screamed, his face twisting into a mask of frantic rage. "Kill the abomination!" The Silver Fang warriors charged. These weren't the undisciplined cowards of the Crescent Moon Pack. These were monsters of war, moving in a lethal, coordinated phalanx. The battle began not with a whimper, but with the bone-chilling sound of steel meeting Lycan flesh.

Suddenly, a group of Siren warriors emerged from the shadows, their eyes glinting with malice. "Fools," one of them spat, her voice echoing off the cavern walls. "You should have stayed away." Valia and Ligon exchanged a glance, as their hands ignited with power. Claws burst forth in a shimmer of shifting bone and sinew, her talons gleaming like forged mountains. The air itself seemed to recoil as their predatory instincts surfaced.

I looked around and saw lots of smiling faces. King Fenris added, “Of course, you will have fifty of my warriors. That goes without saying. I will also be here for I will also be here for the planning and to help protect my granddaughter.” I smiled, “Thank you granddad.” He blushed, “You’re welcome, sweetheart.” King Chiron, king of the Centaurs, offered, “I will leave fifty of my centaurs, but I will not be able to stay for the planning. However, I will be available by video conference or phone, if you need anything.” I smiled, “Thank you, King Chiron. You are too kind.” Then, Queen Carina, of the Fairy Realm, smiled, “I am contributing one hundred warriors. There will be fifty who will be

DPOV Songs: Watching Over by Greta Van Fleet, Heart and Soul by Joy Division With the successful return of Eddie's group, we were confident in trying something more lucrative. A group of men from our forces along with some of the troops from Galloway that had journeyed with Guardian Hathaway would travel back to their kingdom in order to get word to their lords and our allies in Northumbria.

CHAPTER 28 ~REGINA’S POV~ Sweat dripped down my temples and fell to the ground with a thud only I could hear. The air was thick with tension and the animals that inhabited the forest kept their distance watching the events unfold before their eyes from the safety of their homes. It’s been five days. Five days since I was forced to train the warriors of the Blue Lily pack to raid our enemies for the fifteenth time.