Frecklewish Warriors Novels & Stories

Groups of shifters, no longer bound by an Alpha's command after Silas’s death, had turned feral or formed marauding bands. "Stay low," Leo whispered as we moved through a ravine. "There’s a patrol up ahead. They aren't wearing the Blood-Crag colors." We crouched behind a pile of jagged rocks. Below us, a group of ten warriors marched down the road. They were massive, their skin covered in charcoal-black war paint, and they carried silver-tipped pikes. But it was their sigil that made my blood run cold. It wasn't a howling wolf. It was a wolf with its throat torn open, a crown of thorns resting on its head.

Although they didn't know how many Ferin's men had and who he was cooperating with. The sound of swords rubbing and touching echoed throughout the forest. A very terrible sight when seen from the sky. White and black groups, like the color of the pieces in a chess game. Appalachia vampires, Hamakua vampires, and warriors Redwood Pack dressed in all white. Meanwhile, Ferin and his subordinates wore black robes. Ferin fights with Carlen; like a black chess king and a white chess king. They are trying to kill each other so that this war ends quickly.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

"They both lived in harmony, until the warriors discovered that healers could also wield warriors powers, the warriors began to get jealous of the healers and began to covet their powers too. The warriors began to plot ways to destroy the healers and a Great War broke out between the warriors and the healers. The healers won the war because they had a greater advantage over the warriors, their healing abilities. The Moon Goddess saw this and cursed the warriors forever making them lose their light and there by making them creatures of the dark.

The Raven bird flew above me, waiting for me to give it the go-ahead. "My brothers," I addressed them solemnly. "The Sunshade pack has taken what is ours. They have abducted one of ours, Freya Hadid." Growls of outrage rippled through the assembled soldiers. "This insult cannot stand. Today, we ride out to bring her back and show those curs what it means to provoke the wrath of the Crimson pack!" Howls of excitement echoed off the stone walls as my warriors raised their swords and guns in salute. The bloodlust of the hunt was upon us now. I mounted my massive black dire horse, feeling the power of the beast surging beneath me, eager for battle.

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

Thick red clouds of dust filled the air as nearly 500 bikes rode out of the gates to the Orc Fortress. Half were heading west and the other half heading north. Gin lead the north company while Fredrick lead the west. Boman was serving as Fredrick's deputy and Niko was gin's. Their first victim would be a tribe of Red foxes. These were a unique energy beast that had tails made of fire, they would use their flame tails as weapons to cast spells. Xasha wanted babies from this tribe so he could raise and study them himself. He wanted to get inspiration from how they used their tails to make better mana weapons.

They were at different angles so that each one could strengthen the warriors in their group counter-attacks. Heron’s bloodthirsty wolf has been itching for a fight to release his pent-up aggression from missing his mate, Mikayla. Out by Westpole, which is the name associated with the western border, twenty warriors were patrolling the graveyard shift. And by the time they rapidly killed ten, an additional twenty with yellow eyes emerged from the woods. These rogues stood out for their distinct differences in appearance and body type. Noticeably, they were a foot greater than the average rogue, had green-black fur, and possessed thick muscles along their flanks, forefeet, and hind feet.

Barbara's grandfather's gaze shifted out of the car window beside him, his hand still caressing the top of Linda's head which was now resting on his shoulder. Aryadi is a wolf-shifter from the Black Wolf tribe as well, but he has rarely visited a base like that bunker since his dispute with Elder Magen long ago. Although Elder Magen seemed to have put their problems aside after the young wolf-shifter found Aryadi's body lying unconscious near the headquarters and took care of him.

Only the strongest and the best warrior can work as a Quill warrior. We are in Quilluet Pack, the strongest, biggest, and oldest pack in the world. There are about 12.000 werewolves living in Quilluet's teritory. There are so many strong warriors from this pack, including our Alpha, Alpha Eaton Flynn. He is known as the strongest alpha in the world now. He took over this pack when he was only 16 years old. He is very attractive too......well at least that's what i heard.