Flametail Warriors Novels & Stories

Eager to berate the other squad, they were giving Flame thumbs-down signs. Flame was an arrogant person. He was a member of Wolf’s Fang, so he was used to looking down upon the other squads, especially Squad 4 that was the weakest link. How could he stand being mocked by these people? He lost his temper instantly and let out a wild animus roar, then he began to unleash a ferocious attack at Zayn once again.

Florian smiled excitedly, "There are only eight of them! This is good! We don't have to retreat, then. We can kill them all!" The warriors next to Florian looked excited as well. If they obtained a complete win, they would be able to earn themselves some praise from their fellow disciples. After another five minutes, their opponents arrived in front of them. The two sides faced each other, and Florian immediately looked at Fane, who was standing at the front. He pointed at Fane and said, "Were you the one who sent the message? You were the one who said all of that?" Fane nodded honestly. He looked right at Florian before he looked at the warriors behind Florian. Fane's tone was calm, "Are yo

I closed my eyes but never slept because all I could see was those deep black eyes that were darker than the universe. Days passed. We began to organise our team. We filled in all the documents and sheets that were given by the headboard. Chris was a technology expert. So things, we're easier for us. We also learned a lot about Camp Atlantis. This was not a mere teenage camp, it was a camp to train secret agents against illegal activists!!! This week completely changed our lives. We went for the lectures of the headboard to learn its history. We were trained with Marshall arts which we girls were weak. But to our consent, Jake was selected as the top warrior of the batch.

‎ ‎From the roof of the mansion, figures rappelled down on black ropes. ‎ ‎Vargo’s elites. They wore full-body tactical armor and carried weapons that looked like nightmares. ‎ ‎Flamethrowers. ‎ ‎"Scatter!" I projected the command to the pack. ‎ ‎A jet of liquid fire erupted from the lead soldier’s weapon. It engulfed a Rogue warrior. He screamed, shifting back to human form as he burned alive. ‎ ‎My vision went red. ‎ ‎No mercy, I thought. ‎ ‎I charged the flamethrower unit. I dodged the stream of fire, feeling the heat singe my whiskers. I clamped my jaws around the fuel tank on his back.

On the other side of the horizon, The mysterious man, The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.

Her body trembled hard on the ground like a flapping fish, as if she was fighting the last breaths of the death bed. Adrian spit out colorful words before opening his eyes. His left arm was bleeding profusely and Dmitry laid on the ground in severe condition too. Adrian fumed out thinking who the fuck blasted the bomb there. He looked at his men, fortunately few of them were alive and withering in pain too. “Fucking get up!” He barked impatiently while slowly raising to his feet and holding his bleeding arm. “Dmitry!” Adrian snapped. Dmitry coughed out blood after a few seconds and tried to keep himself conscious. Adrian looked at struggling Sila and growled seeing the fire caught her body.

She glanced at the fountain first before she looked at Theo. "I wanted to show you this special and sacred place in hopes that you will understand me and the way we live, even just for a little." Theo said with all seriousness. Maddie just nodded to urge him to continue. "This flame was revived when the war from a long time ago was put to an end. Since then, this flame was not on the verge of dying out." "Wait." Maddie even put her hand up to stop Theo from speaking. "What does the war have to do with the flame? Is the war about putting water in it?" Maddie was serious but Theo chuckled on her question which made her brows knot.

They had assumed Darryl was with Lukas. "Calm down. Calm down." Darryl waved his hand and said, "I'm not your enemy. I'm your friend. Calm down." The Wolfires howled, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. A split second later, the Wolfire's injured leader gave the order. Those Wolfires surrounding him began to attack him with the Blazing Flame Attack. The valley glowed in red because of the color of the flame, and Darryl was covered in it.

Fabian moves with precision, striking down rogues with sheer dominance. William fights beside me, moving swiftly and deadly. He dodges incoming attacks and slashes rogues' throats with his claws, spraying blood into the air. My warriors cut through the enemies like a storm of death. They scream in pain, and their warriors fall one after the other to the ground. Fabian patrols the battlefield, acting as backup for every almost injured Moonlight sentinel. Their confidence gradually wavers as they realize they are losing. I tear into another, sinking my teeth into his shoulder before slamming him to the ground with bone-crushing force.