Flametail Warriors Novels & Stories

~~~ ~Callum's POV~ I lay in my bed, and heavy pants fell from my lips. The work of training the warriors for battle has made me an exhausted man. The warriors we had available were trained harder than every other warrior we've had in the history of the Moon Crescent pack. —there, we have to pay for losing good men in battle. I continued laying on the bed, about to drift off into a beautiful sleep w, when the door to my bedroom cracked open, and the woman who had made herself known to me, and a sigh left my lips.

I stuttered, heart ramming within me. “I’m saying, “Aunt Molly began calmly, “despite the Launch,” she continued painfully slow, my heart beat racing wildly from within me, “Julie-James and Flair Mag to be specific have chosen you as one of the top 3 finalists.” My jaw dropped, feeling as if I was being reborn, my hands shaking as I released a loud scream hand in my hair like a mad woman, eyes wide as I looked at my Aunt, “ ME?! THEY WANT ME?!” I screeched. I had long made peace with it being over but I was still in the game.

The tip of Nigel's rapier shone with a blue light and he thrust it repeatedly, seemingly in the empty air. However, from the top of his weapon, tens of water bullets shot out and pierced the crocodiles right in the middle of their skulls. Errol waved his mace which lit up and released a flaming phoenix that launched massive fireballs on the most crowded areas in the pack of beasts. The assault of the beasts was finally slowing down! "Change!" Nigel yelled again and Yaoyao and Sara interrupted their techniques and moved in the rear position, leaving Errol and Nigel to physically face the charge of the beasts.

I can't wait to tell Mariah about how good my first day is going, everyone is so nice and amazing. Now that I think about it, I've been so busy with calls I forgot there was someone I still hadn't gotten introduced to the captain of Squad 66. most of our calls have been for medical assistance so June and I have practically been out all day, when we did have a few minutes of downtime and were at the firehouse squad 66 was on call so the entire day has been a game of hide and seek, cat and mouse or something. I figured I rest for a few minutes before I introduce myself to him. "Hey Dawson, nice work out there your tearing it up on the field but let's see how you do in a game of arm wrestle" I

"Now we must focus on what we're facing. Those good times leave them in the past. For now we must find out who it is that's doing this to us. I will not burn in a fire that wasn't meant for me." "And no one is asking you to burn in it" Sire interjected, "maybe you should burn in your own. I'm sure there's quite a lot that you've done that requires reasons of your burning." Before Mona could say something Mury talked first. "We mustn't fight. " She gave Sire and Mona warning glances. "The enemy expects that. So maybe not as before but our unity is needed." How this would be achieved would be a miracle on its own not to mention how to actually find the one who was hunting and preying them d

End of flashback***** After reminiscing on the worst day of my life I decided to head out to training and work my anger, guilt, and sadness out on my sparring partner. I am quickly progressing and hoping to one day be the Top Female Warrior of the Rising Ashes pack, that is if I don't find my mate and leave this god forsaken pack.

I had been charged with leading many trainings such as this one before, but not only was this my first one as the official Field Marshall, there was one particular recruit I was hoping to gain more insight on. As I approached the training grounds I could see that some of the torches had already been lit. Even though Dhampirs had heightened senses and could see relatively well in the dark, we preferred to keep the grounds lit to avoid any accidents. We were wielding a variety of large, metal weapons after all. In the distance, I could see a familiar face prepping one of the fire pits. I considered sneaking up behind him and scaring the piss out of him, I did enjoy turning his face the same co

A flare—green, unusual, sent by a border scout. Then two warriors dragged themselves through the gates, wounded and wide-eyed, speaking only in broken breaths. “They’re coming,” one rasped. “Which pack?” asked Captain Dren, Kade’s second, a tall warrior with braided silver in his black hair. The reply sent ice through the veins of everyone gathered. “The Redmaw.” Gasps. Growls. A few of the warriors cursed aloud.

For in the heart of every warrior, there burned a light no darkness could extinguish. The ground beneath my feet quivered with the final cries of The Black Faes, their eerie wails fading into the night as we, the allied packs, stood firm. I drew in a sharp breath, feeling the rush of victory surge through my veins like wildfire. Around me, warriors roared their triumph, their voices lifting into the dark sky, intertwining with the howls of our kind.

Ironclaw Ravine Kael’s POV The scout returned at first light breath fogging, face pale.“Kai’s army is moving,” he said. “Three thousand. Frostland raiders. Mercenaries. Witches. They’re burning villages leaving messages in blood.”Dax’s arms tightened around Flame who slept peacefully against his chest.“What messages?”The scout swallowed.“‘Return what is mine.’”My heart stopped.Flame stirred silver violet eyes opening, tiny hand reaching for me.I took it green vine curling around my finger.Dax looked at me storm gray eyes burning.“We move tonight.”I nodded throat tight.“We move tonight.”Flame cooed small, trusting green light pulsing softly.Dax kissed her forehead then looked at me.“She’s our