Fernsong Warriors Novels & Stories

“I have fought in the first war, Alpha…I have experience.” “This is different…” “I still have more experience than all three of you combined,” Asher was about to argue, but Logan placed a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. “How many allies do we have?” Joseph demanded. “WillowCreek, BlueHounds, BlueMoon…” Noah said. “BlackWater…” Catalina responded, her eyes red with fury and tears as she finally turned to face us. She looked so enraged, all that pain she must have felt now transformed into anger.

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.

“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

“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’s words made Erebus to lowered his head in shame. “Milord, my alliance has been fixed with one of the merchant’s daughter and Sir Fergus is a close friend of his. Sir Fergus wanted to reveal this truth of mine to his friend and I did not want to lose the girl I had taken a liking to. So..so..” He hiccupped. “So, you threatened Sir Fergus to keep quiet. Am I right?” Eldrick concluded and Erebus nodded. “But I did not kill the merchant leader. I am innocent, Milord. Please believe me.” He begged once again, fear and terror taking over him. His voice had gone soft and he looked exhausted all of a sudden.

He needed chaos. And as the Ironfang warriors read the message aloud in the heart of their war camp, he saw exactly what he wanted reflected in their eyes—rage. Snarls broke out. Shouts filled the air. Beta Roth slammed his fist against a tree trunk, cracking the bark. “She dares butcher our warriors and mock us?” Another warrior spat on the ground. “We should burn her precious fortress to the ground!” Cain stood just outside the center of the camp, watching them boil. His cloak whipped behind him in the wind like the shadow of a vulture circling fresh prey.

"Black Sun City doesn't belong to the Unbreaking Pavilion; it belongs to all of the warriors in the Whirling World! Hear me, everyone: let's kill our way into Black Sun City!" His words ignited the wandering warriors' wrath as they believed in Fane's words. Even if the warriors were not that skilled, they refused to be overpowered like some animal. They refused to be the Unbreaking Pavilion's stepping stone!