Frecklewish Warriors Novels & Stories

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Andrew could not help but ask. “I have two moles in Tigera,” Wesley suddenly said and Andrew’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Since when?” he asked, clearly flustered. “For two years now.” “Wow,” Andrew let out a sigh and glared at Wesley. “And how come I’m just getting to know this?” Wesley pursed his lips and said nothing. “Wow, seriously Wes.” “Cause I don’t really trust them to begin with,” Wesley chuckled lightly as he lowered himself into his sit. Andrew shrugged and just stared at the file in his hand. Before opening it, he asked again, “so what’s the plan with GlassWare?”

Skye licked her upper lip and rolled her eyes repeatedly, trying to think of the feud between them and the Frostfang Warriors and the exact part to pick in their rivalry story with them to explain to me. “You can start anywhere, I just really want to know why you guys are not compatible with each other. I knew they had this long history of being bullies and bad people but I never knew they were hated this much. I mean what did they do? You guys are probably not their only enemies too” I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, showing I didn't know what caused the feud between Gordon's Pack and the Frostfang Warriors.

Lisa's POV "Take her to the pack house." The head warrior's command rang through the air. Before I could react, two warriors seized my arms and dragged me forward. I didn't struggle. What was the point? This was Silver Moon Pack; a rival territory. I had trespassed onto their land, death was the only punishment I could imagine. Lucien… I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise. A faint smile tugged at my lips despite the ache spreading through my chest.

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.

Fann clenched his jaw and continued riding in silence for a while before he spoke. “I was not always the warrior I am today. Once, I was just a young lad, fighting for Scotia. Our army came from four different clans, banned together to oppose British taxation. Not long after we started for the borders we began to fall ill, one after the other, so we camped out in the bush trying to recover, but with no healer and an abundance of cold rains, it didn’t go well. Some left to attempt to find help or return home. Many of those remaining died. When the British army found us there were only twelve of us remaining alive, mostly younger lads. We were preparing to make the trek home as soon as all wer

More Large Ironclad Earthworms appeared, and the battlefield become chaotic. “Thrashers, on me. Animal Hunters and Fighters, retreat and provide support from afar,” Although he couldn’t give a rousing speech like Rash Tiger, as one who was a master of war and tactics, Frowning Tiger gave the right command. They were a bit lucky that many of the holes were opened up close to the frontlines, so it was easier for the Animal Hunters and Soldiers to retreat. They were useless against High Class Magical Beasts, and could only provide support in terms of arrows from behind.

TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Hemsworth pack _________________________________________________________________________ The past week we’ve had a problem with the neighbouring pack of Hemsworth. The other warriors are standing to attention but it is at utmost important that the new recruits will be ready if a war should break out. Although there has been stirrings I am communicating with their Alpha.