Fernsong Warriors Novels & Stories

The men who went inside were all struggling to get out of the tent and it fell atop them and the tiger. Smiling to herself, Sara removed the fallen tent from their body as they ran away like mad men. The least they expected was a tiger inside a young girl's tent who was camping in a forest. Sara put all her things well and mounted her tiger as they continued their journey towards Autumn town. Sara inhaled sharply when she saw a few warriors in their uniforms staring at her with groggy eyes. One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping.

Hadwin explains standing in front of his father who sat at an oldish desk, who scoffed a little placing his hand to his mouth looking to the side. “When did we become the pack which needs to wait for others hand me downs, even after the death of your mother, we paved our way proving we weren’t one to be fucked with! But as like always due to the disgraceful barbarian’s over at The Dark Warrior Pack, they have once again taken us for everything that we have! I swear, when the time comes, I’m going to tar each and every member of that pack apart limb from limb, starting with Alpha Archer!” Cameron growls getting up from his seat and looking through the slit in the tent which presented the view

“Speaking of, I’d better get out there. We have a lot of injured, especially shifters and werewolves. The elves tried to bury them alive. In some places they did, but they’re getting them dug up and we’re reviving them, as many as we can.” “Go do what you were meant to do, Fenian,” I tell him. He stops at the door, turning to look at me. “It is my honor to be a part of your troupe, King Yhendorn.” “Thank you, Fenian. That means a lot to me.” He steps out of the room, closing the door behind him. I shift around, making myself as comfortable as I can, pulling my mate against me and taking a deep breath of her cinnamon scent before drifting off to the sounds of the aftermath of war that continu

Archer and Devlin both smile as they hear the first of many screams fill the night as the war begins. As soon as the first scream sounds and the alarms all go off Dominic and Seraphina, Nathaniel, Violet, Eli, Chrysta, Scarlett and Phoenix, Ryker and Isabella, Jayce, Opal, River, Charlotte and Stefan, Josephine and Zachary, Victoria, Julian, Katrina, Seth, Savannah, Theodore, Tina, Alexander, Sebastian, Teresa, Victor, Noah, William, Imogen, Claire and all the other high-ranked warriors move quickly out of their assigned tents. As soon as they realise what is happening, Isabella, Imogen and Savannah stand in a circle facing each other as they recite once each and then three times together.

“With fiery ambition, we raise our swords high. Defying the Gods, we challenge the netherworld's might. As far as my eyes can see, the stars and moon are cast away. A mighty roar shakes the heavens and earth into disarray. With a single step, chaos reclaims its sway, and all creatures return to primordial clay.” This was a song released by Wyvern Peak during the Battle of Azure Creek. It instantly became the heart and soul of all the soldiers of Wyvern Peak. The mighty aspirations of Wyvern Peak were contained within the song—the heroic spirits daring to fight in heaven and earth.

These were hard, cold killers, the sort of soldiers the warriors sent in to take down the really nasty criminals. "Where are they going?" she asked Rhye. "West. On a joint operation between us and the London Council office." "Demons?" "Ferals and rogues are outlaws," he replied. "They’ve left a trail of destruction from the east coast to the west." "And them?" she asked. Rhye followed her gaze to a group of five soldiers dressed in thick winter wear. "They’re going after a rogue band of ferals hiding out at the north end of the Wilds. These shifters stole Warrior property and killed human campers in the mountain."

"I know. And I won't let the past stop us from doing what we need to do." The next morning, we reached the edge of the Emberfangs' territory. The land was harsh and unforgiving, the air thick with the scent of smoke and earth, a testament to the fires that had once raged here. Scouts appeared from the shadows, leading us to the warband's camp. The tension rose as we approached, the warriors eyeing us with suspicion and hostility, their gazes like daggers cutting through the air. Fenris, the leader, greeted us with a mix of curiosity and disdain. His eyes were sharp, his presence commanding as he stood before us, a figure carved from the very stone of the mountains.

“But those of us who remain — we are her chosen flame. We will reclaim our lands. We will guard the balance between fang and flesh, between shadow and dawn. The moon bears witness — the West still lives!” The camp erupts. A single howl splits the silence — long, fierce, rising from one warrior and answered by another, then another, until the air quakes with the collective cry of wolves reborn. “Arooo—oo–ooo!” The sound rolls through the trees, raw and charged, a hymn of loyalty that shakes the ground beneath their feet. Varyn lowers his head slightly, a quiet nod of acknowledgment, and steps forward through his warriors — their howls following him like a tide of thunder as he disappears into

Eldrick seethed, clenching his fists and his low, dangerous voice rendered Hiro trembling and appalled. “A few days before Sir Fergus was murdered, a merchant from Hollis had approached him to trade his low-quality goods with us, claiming them to be good and of superior quality. But he could not deceive Sir Fergus. He recognized them to be of poor quality at the first glance and rejected to trade with the merchant.”

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.