Flametail Warriors Novels & Stories

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

Elemental fury rained down, fire, ice, lightning, bathing the battlefield in chaos and hope. And then the Humans. Aaron didn't return but the warriors were all present. Their armoured trucks rumbled in with blazing headlights . Warriors spilt from them with grim expressions and weapons forged from both metal and artifacts. They fired glowing rounds, netting down hybrids with precision, working shoulder-to-shoulder with the supernatural without hesitation.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Ashton POV I am beyond thankful that Austin is ok, I don’t know what I would do without him. Alaina walking in and calling him Tin Tin though, where the h3ll did that come from? Somedays that woman surprises me… ok, no everyday that woman surprises me! Alaina and Sommer walk off to the side and I try to make a plan with Austin. “Alright, so we know sometime today. There are extra warriors on the border, we have Wild Rose, Red Moon, Black Stone, and Blue Crescent sending 200 warriors each. But Scott thinks that Yellow Flame might be helping Isla.”

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

“They were waiting for us. Someone knew we’d fetch Florita.” The old witch’s face hardened. “They don’t want me to reach your Luna.” Juls swung his sword, pointing it toward the enemy. His voice carried the steel authority of a Beta. “Protect Florita at all costs! No one gets through us!” The warriors roared in response, forming a shield around the old witch. Steel clashed against fang as the first wave of rogues lunged, their bodies colliding with bone-crunching force. Blood sprayed across the leaves. Wolves yelped and men shouted.

"Lets begin He swung Hate and a black flame shaped like a boomerang shot forward. Although this flame did not burn them. It cut through the men in its path like a burning red hot blade through butter. Although it was not without the pain. The part cut off were blown away by the force of it. Men watched as their ass flew past them. That wasn't all. When they landed they were then assaulted by a pain unlike they had ever felt. Because the cut was caused by hate there was no bleeding, but the skin began to turn black and spread from where they were cut slowly and it felt as thought the body was slowly being devoured by a swarm of rodents. Dalton Had seen enough. In less then a minute of the so

James nodded lightly and replied, “Alright, let’s look around.” The two stepped forward and disappeared from the spot. The next moment, they had already entered the Flammae’s territory. They shifted through the area and finally arrived in the Flammae’s core city, Flame City. On the east side of the city was a spiritual mountain. From a distance, it looked like a blazing fire. Even the sky was a fiery red, and the clouds looked like flames. “The Flammae are the last surviving race of the Elemental Primevals.” Qiyana looked at the field ahead of them and sighed.

“She alright?” “She’s more than alright,” he said. “She’s leading drills.” I blinked. “Drills?” “With your warriors. My warriors. The ones who used to side-eye her like she was contagious.” My brow rose. “She’s training them?” “Blind-fighting,” he confirmed. “She’s running circles around them, Damon. Literally. She had five of them try to flank her—they didn’t land a single hit.” A slow smirk tugged at my lips. “I assume Theo was one of them?”

" I got on my bike and set off for clan. As we arrived, I saw warriors patrolling the border. I got off my bike and went to my office. I already knew who to send and where, and the council had already given me the names of those who were blessed and where and what species they were from. I called my 2nd Josh and 3rd in command, Mateo to my office.