Fernsong Warriors Novels & Stories

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!

Its silver glow bathed the training grounds in cold light, stretching shadows long and sharp across the earth—but still, there was no word from the Rogue Alpha. Finn stood at the edge of the grounds, his cloak snapping in the night wind, eyes burning as he stared toward the southern horizon. “He must be mocking me,” Finn said darkly. Delon, standing half a step behind him, shook his head slowly. “No, Alpha. He’s waiting. Confident that you won’t dare act first.” Finn let out a harsh laugh. “Then he doesn’t know me at all.” At his signal, the selected fifty warriors stepped forward—handpicked, battle-hardened men who had survived border skirmishes and internal purges alike. Their eyes gleamed

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.

The night is filled with chaos and confusion, and the danger is more real than ever. The camp is in disarray when we return, the pack members scrambling to defend against the sudden onslaught. I spot several familiar faces, their expressions a mix of fear and determination. The fight is intense, and the stakes are higher than ever. As we join the fray, I can feel the weight of the decision I’ve made pressing down on me. The night is filled with the sounds of battle—shouts, growls, and the clash of weapons. I fight alongside Luke and the pack, my heart pounding as I try to stay focused.

She made sure throughout the years to let us girls know that we were never wanted. My father joined the military when he was seventeen years old in order to go to Vietnam and fight. In retrospect I think he was just trying to escape his small New Mexico town. His mother had him when she was thirteen years old. Her mother or my great grandmother was mentally unstable and had tried to put my grandmother in a oven when she was a baby. This left my grandmother with physical scars but thankfully members of her family were able to save her before it was to late. She did, however, end up homeless and was eventually taken in by a family when she was around 10. The story goes that she had to shave

Morgane bowed her head and sang in that very same terrible tongue. "I call the old. I call the broken. I call the blood once spilled in vain." "Arise, warriors of forgotten hate. March, avengers of vengeance unclaimed." And they listened. Deep across the mountains, in the sanctuary, the fires burned in the war room. Vera let go of the relic she held. Rhovan drew his sword instinctively. Emereah halted. Lunareth, cradled against her chest, suddenly screamed. She wasn't awake.