Novel & Cerita Fernsong Warriors

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!

We left S for South and E for when they had to turn East just before the cliffs and tomorrow morning ten of our warriors will wait near the river just after Layton turns East and lead them all back here without getting caught. I looked at the shambles below me, some of the rogues were fighting but not for training, just out of sheer anger and frustration, we could hear them arguing over why they’re still here, what’s the fucking point and how they got suckered into it in the first place!

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

*For Ryker! The call was answered by hundreds of throats — VenomFang and Other Mountain warriors alike, their voices merging into one thunderous cry. The ground trembled beneath the stampede as we surged forward, our numbers crashing like a wave of vengeance. The Frostfangs broke ranks. Some ran. Some fought to their last breath. But none stood a chance against our fury. We drove them back across the ridge, through the trees, across their own borders. And still, we didn’t stop. Not until their howls faded into silence and only the crackling of burning wood remained.

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself. Within what felt like an eternity, but in reality was an agonizing minute, where my legs once were was a long, thick and scaly, green fish tail. I looked myself over again when all that was left were residual aches, and found small fin-like appendages on my elbows and sides of my upper arms.

"So, any questions?" I thought for a moment, before deciding to ask that thing I wanted to clarify first. "What are we called?" "We are the Feralis. The descendants of The Four Godly Beasts," she answered almost immediately. We soared up higher into the night sky, which made me glance at the crescent moon that seemed so close, yet so far. When I turned my eyes ahead, I ran into a cloud which made Morris laugh. "By The Four Godly Beasts, do you mean the vermilion bird, blue dragon, white tiger and black tortoise?" I wondered and shook off the dew I got onto my wings by accidentally going through a cloud.