Frecklewish Warriors Novels & Stories

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

This is what I was born to do, and this is what I’ll do ‘til my final breath. “When you start with the philosophy shit, I start with the Zs,” Hendrix mocks. “Shut up and focus on the battle. Focus on being a werewolf. Being an Alpha.” Right now, warriors are going to their positions, strategically placed throughout the borders. With their updates through the mind link, I can almost see them, ears pricked, eyes scanning, and nostrils flaring. Ready. Fierce. In the watchtowers, specialized warriors have their wolfsbane dart guns at hand, hoping to knock our enemies out so we can interrogate them later. I shudder internally at the thought of one of those darts piercing my skin, but they’re a ne

Okay, I have to play this right, they were warriors, massive and expert. They came from the opposite side—half-wolves, half-mercs, growling and stinking of wolfsbane and dark serum. “Oh great,” I snarled. “Party’s full!” That’s when Barbie decided to show off.

The wolf warriors were soldiers who protected their respective packs and colonies. "They've been creating havoc for a while in the south of here. Reports have come in from other packs requesting help as their packs are being attacked," The head of the warriors, Sid said. "But the ferals are said to be very powerful and in large numbers so it's difficult to contain them." There were murmurs. "I also heard that's why the Mavericks came back here after two years," Sid added. "Who are the Mavericks?" Alpha Larry Crosswell of the Ember Twilight pack asked.

I closed my eyes briefly and whispered to the mark on my wrist, to the light within me that was still fragile but alive. Please. Let me hold this together. The first clash was brutal. Their strength was unnatural — some crawled along the ground like spiders, others leapt unnaturally high, their claws slashing through armor as though it were cloth. Our warriors fought fiercely, but the Forsaken didn’t fall like wolves or men. They kept coming. I moved quickly into the heart of the battle. Everywhere I turned, the scene was chaos — steel clashing against bone, screams mixing with growls, blood soaking the earth. But my focus stayed sharp.

"Just because you used to wrestle grizzly bears for breakfast doesn't mean you have to be a jerk about it." He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent a shiver down my spine in spite of myself. Traitorous spine. "Hey, just keeping you on your toes," Brock winked. "A good warrior needs to be prepared for anything, even a surprise attack by a particularly grumpy chipmunk." I swatted at him playfully, though secretly hoping to connect. He dodged with ease, his reflexes still lightning-fast despite the war wound courtesy of the rogue brawl.

Kaerith blinked, her mouth opening and closing. That wasn’t what she had expected to hear. He studied her from across the table, like a wolf crouched beneath brush. “The Fenrir Fang warriors,” he said, voice low, “rode closer to Murnokh’s western border months ago. They knew the treaty lines. Yet, they passed them.” Gorvane rubbed his palms together, “I ignored that, because—it must have been a mistake.” He paused, clenching his fists. “But, at dawn, the warriors who had shifted to wolves were sighted again. Now, that is a problem.”

isk and Itah clan stay. It did not surprise me these were the ones to be molested. Unlike the ones of the Fenrisúlfr and Skoll clans, these females were easy targets. I hated to think my mate would be surrounded by those who would do this and worse. Thinking about my mate in their positions had made up my mind, “Warriors will remain here in silence while the woman speaks, and to make things fair, have any of the warriors harassed each other?” My question was direct as I saw some lose their composure, sick bastards. With this, it became clear I had to send a mind link to the rest of the pack, ‘who have been harassed and harmed by the warriors of this pack of any gender, age, and clan are to b

"We are a pack of cats and wolves each holding equal rights within Vorlyk's clan, but I thank you for your greeting on behalf of us all." Fucking great. Zenya and The Kodiak would kill each other over word games before the sun rose the following morning. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?