Frecklewish Warriors Novels & Stories

“ Tori you came with your friends right? “ She nodded, “ Yes “ . “ Can you tell us their names so we can look for them? “ he asked again. Tori looked around, before beckoning to them. “ Come closer, i don't want others to hear it “ The boys moved closer to her, filled with expectation. “ They're four of them “ she whispered. “ Tell us their names “ Hank said. “ Cinderella…. “ Xavier gasped, “ Cinder what?? “ “ ..Snow white, Ariel and….of course Rapunzel “ Dorian was awestrucken “ Those are your friends? “ Tori nodded, “ There was one more, Jasmine. But she ditched me “ She sobbed. “ It's okay Tori, you'll be fine “ Hank patted her shoulder. “ It won't be fine, i really wanted to be her best

Lola understood by now that they were all dead serious about this, so she asked, “So what happened to them? “ Fenna balled her fists, “The Fire Wolves were loved by most of the werewolves. Everyone accepted they should be leading because of their powers. They were strict but also fair so there was peace for many centuries. Until the Grey Oak clan led by Noah his grandfather got jealous. He schemed with other packs that were unhappy. They wanted more power, particularly for men. The Fire Wolves did not believe in privilege by rank or gender. Anyway, they tricked the Fire wolves with the help of the high priestess. They drugged them and burned the whole village with every single wolf in them.

“Pack wolves don’t play hockey for the glory, Jenkins. They play for proximity and territorial rights. A rival pack wouldn’t infiltrate a city like this through banking or law; they would use a cover that allows for frequent, intense, contained physical contact, a way to test the strength of the rival Alpha’s bloodline without attracting human attention. They would use a sports franchise.” Marcus stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with the chilling certainty of a wolf recognizing a trap. “The Vipers, Alpha. They are the Mirkwood pack. Their recruitment is a quiet deployment of fighters into our territory. The aggression, the strange focus on defense—it’s not about winning a cup; it’s about e

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

Carlie expected anger to hit her any minute. How could it not? She'd just discovered her wild warriors ? of the tiny loincloths ? not only had a secret life outside the jungle, they had a better one than the life she'd left behind. Or at least more luxurious.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Each warrior seemed to possess an ancient wisdom, their irises reflecting a tapestry of battles fought and victories won. Their movements were a study in perfection, a ballet of strength and agility that seemed to defy the laws of physics. With the grace of predators honed by generations of instinct, they weaved through the chaos, their bodies fluid and seamless in their execution. Every lunge, every parry, every swipe of their claws was executed with unwavering precision—a testament to their unwavering resolve and unyielding loyalty to the pack.

Yes, I make sure not to let anyone discourage another pack member. “How’s it going?” I look back to find a shirtless Miles with his arms cross in front of his chest. “ As you can see, it’s fuck fun-tastic” I snorted sarcastically. He shook his head and made his way to stand beside me. “Is it the Howard kid again” he said and I nod my head in return. “How did it go with the warriors?” I ask and Miles scrunch up his face. “Like you said, it’s damn fun.”

Freki's POV. We drove to the land at the terrain border. Tyler had brought along five skilled warriors with him. The lands had been taken over by the warriors of ShadowFang and they were celebrating, drinking wine on the land where they had just spilled the blood of hundreds of people. There was no plan, no strategy and we charged in right through the front gate of the lands. The warriors who were laughing suddenly went silent, their laughs coming to an abrupt stop. They looked up at us while seated, their faces twisted in confusion.

Nothing she did or could do would break their determined vow. However, they had underestimated the level of Raelynn’s vengeance. Shortly after, both Sir Warren and Sir Jarek returned each carrying some things in their hands. The two injured men could not make out what they were. So, they could only lift their heads and stare ahead in trepidation and anxiety.