Flametail Warriors Novels & Stories

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.”

I shouted in frustration. Then 5 warriors were swept away, high in the sky and goodness knows where they landed to. How they were swept away is what I didn’t understand, until another ten were swept away, screaming for help. That was when I knew it was an invincible fire monster. This was going to be a hard task as we had only planned for a visible fire monster, but even at that, it was going to be hard to defeat an invincible monster. While some of the warriors were being swept away and eaten, I gathered the Alphas and other warriors, along with my betas.

“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.

"I will stand by your side, Fleur. Together, we will face this trial and show them the strength of our love." As the battle between Fleur and Damas loomed, tension enveloped Willow Creek. The news of the impending clash between Immortals spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through both communities. The Immortals' mightiest and fiercest warriors, led by Ezra, refused to accept the treaty, abandoning Willow Creek, their presence a constant reminder of the looming threat.

Flames danced along my fingertips. “Whoa,” Kato whispered. “She’s burning.” “No,” Damian’s voice came from behind me. “She’s awakening.” My focus faltered for just a second, and Elara used the moment to twist out of my grip, delivering a sweep that sent me sprawling. I hit the ground hard, the wind knocked from my lungs. “Still too slow,” Elara said, offering a hand. I groaned but took it. From the treeline, Austin and Mike approached with two more warriors. “That’s enough for today,” Austin called. “The wolves need the field next.”

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

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.

"We are in the middle of a war crisis...." "The war is just three weeks away. You should get a breeder once the war is over." He seemed so confident that we would win this battle. Even when the Flaming Wolf was yet to emerge. The Flaming Wolf is a mythical creature I had always heard about, as a child. It was a unique kind of wolf, that possessed the ability to spit fire. Its furs were pure fire, and could burn anyone close enough to it. It was a literal demi-goddesss. The surprising thing is, it actually wasn't a mythical creature. It was as real as could be. In the dream Logan had, he saw it fighting alongside us, in the war.

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.