Frecklewish Warriors Novels & Stories

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

"D-Don't get too cocky just yet. The Whalen Brigade will be here soon!" Damien hardly sounded confident when he said this. If even the Punisher's Array could not stop Frederick, what chance did the Whalen Brigade have against him? This was when the Whalen Brigade finally arrived. Several trucks stopped, and heavily armored warriors jumped out of them. Each of these warriors would be considered a Warrior King in the military. Although Damien didn’t feel fully confident, the Whalen Brigade's arrival caused him to sigh in relief. Click. Click. The Whalen Brigade surrounded Frederick as they loaded their bullets.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

West POV I stood at the forefront of our warriors, the field before us a cauldron of chaos as the attackers from Darkhood pack and some of Crescent pack charged toward us. The air was thick with tension, the scent of damp earth and adrenaline mingling in my nostrils. My eyes scanned the oncoming threat, a mix of werewolves from Darkhood, their allies from Crescent pack, and I knew fairies were also in their midst, adding a dangerous edge to the battle.

“As tradition implies, we need a warrior from the Moongray pack and another from the Blue Moon pack.” At the same time, a pack warrior from the Moongray pack stepped forward, a large scar running from his cheeks to his jaw. He slammed his fists on his chest, letting out a loud growl. He strode towards the announcer and pulled out a weapon, “For the Moongray pack.”

Another said, staring at me hatefully. I cleared my throat. “Bullshit.” “Excuse me?” One of the men said, sitting up straighter. “We just saved your ass and that’s how you’re going to speak to us?” “Yes,” I snapped, leaning forward, “Because you absolutely would have needed saving! This had nothing to do with my skill and you know it.” The warrior bared his teeth at me but I kept going. “Our intel was bad – plain and simple. There were ten times more Shifters than we expected, and there was a whole other camp that nobody told us about. We went in under prepared – plain and simple.” I looked around the room with a harsh gaze.

"Anyone who touches Alpha Derek is completely dead!" The loud shout is followed by the sudden arrival of over two hundred huge warriors in black armor, all heavily armed with claws and blades, quickly surrounding the entire Blackfang rogue crew. Rocco turns around fast, his face twisting with deep frustration. "Mr. Stilinski! Why is the Crescent Ridge Territory showing up in such massive force on this border?" With his top Beta wolves flanking his sides, Stiles Stilinski walks proudly out of the crowd. He completely ignores Rocco's face as his boots approach my frame.

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