Novel & Cerita Fernsong Warriors

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

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."

When she finished her short speech, it was Brandt's turn. Alpha power flowed through the air. "No wolf lives without a price. Protecting our brothers, sisters, and children is that price. The time for mourning ends tonight. We will sing the last song for the dead and pull their strength inside us. We are never alone, their souls forever remain intertwined with ours, and their memories will bring joy. Tonight, our grieving ends. Tomorrow vengeance begins." The wolves quickly disrobed and fur replaced skin. Brandt's was the first howl to ring out with Emily's a split second behind. Cheri lit the pyres and the night filled with the cry of the pack.

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.

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.

“Rafael… Rafael’s army has arrived.” Killian’s forces tried to regroup, but before they could, another wave of wolves appeared. This time, they came from the south. Leading them was a massive red wolf, its fur blazing like fire under the bright sun. The wolf stood on a rocky outcrop, her stance commanding as she let out a powerful howl. The sound echoed across the battlefield, sharp and clear, like a command. Half of Killian's army froze at that, their movements stopping as if held by invisible chains. She howled again, louder this time, and something incredible happened—the warriors turned toward her. Slowly, they bowed, then, without hesitation, rushed to join her side.

Tessa said and tugged her with her toward her car. She shoved the car keys in her jeans pocket, " Don't tell me. we're going to that boarding school again. " " Your guess is right. " She heard the excitement in her voice. She didn't want to face Samantha. She couldn't talk to him about her. She was Dylan's fiance, it was obvious no one would dare to mess with her until he/she had a strong reason, " Who's Samantha? " she asked. " Her grandfather is one of the Twenty. They have got a large territory in Alaska. They're proud that their blood is pure. " Tessa said hopping in the car.