Frostfur Warriors Novels & Stories

Kihara and Carly paused when they heard voices from the woods close to the path they took. They ran in the direction of the sound, they were surprised when they saw Alpha Oswald on the floor and Blaze about to slash Alpha Oswald's neck. Carly and Kihara changed immediately to their wolf form and attacked Blaze. Carly growled as she knocked Blaze away, her wolf claws ripping open his stomach. Kihara howled as she bit into Blaze's flesh. Blaze howled in pain, trying to stick his claws in their wolves. Carly growled louder, snapping at Blaze as she charged toward him again.

Kent responded. “Okay then, I guess we have a place to start,” Ryder said. "Do you remember how many fighters he has?” “Not too many,” it was now Peter speaking, “maybe about one hundred to one hundred fifty rogues and about fifty of those are actual warriors that were banished, lone wolves or left their pack voluntarily. “How good are they?” Ryker asked. Peter snorted, “they will be no match for RedFang warriors.” “That’s all I need to know,” Ryker said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Caleb, come with me, we have teams to put together four teams to go on and find that asshole. Sorry, Ryder.” Ryker wrinkled his nose.

Keondra asked. “Stories has it that long time ago, a werewolf pack went rogue. The Shadow Crawlers. The strongest and most brutal pack in Wrodromor. The alpha became ruthless, took anything he wanted and terrorized his territory. One day, he defiled an elf and the moon goddess became furious. So she took his life killed his wife and cursed his son, his only son, Thane.” Hilda narrated. “Why curse the little boy and his mother? They did nothing.” Keondra said.

A desperate, terrible option. Because in twelve days, the apocalypse would begin. The temperature would drop to negative forty degrees. Power would fail. And in the chaos of a frozen world, people disappeared every day. Including hired killers. Including the Hart family. Maya picked up her phone with trembling hands and opened her notes app. She began typing, planning, calculating. If she couldn't beat them before the freeze, she would survive it. And in the aftermath, when civilization had crumbled and the old rules no longer applied, she would make every single person who had hurt her pay.

*** The forest north of Blackmoor is quiet in the way battlefields often are before blood is spilled. Our warriors move through the trees in silent formation, like shadows slipping between trunks and brush. Wesley leads the forward flank while I remain slightly behind with the second wave. Riddick paces beneath my skin. ‘Frostveil wolves smell nervous.’ “They should be,” I reply. We reach the ridge just as the clash begins. A Frostveil warrior lunges from the brush, teeth bared, fur bristling silver under the afternoon sun. Behind him, more wolves burst from the trees. They are too loud and aggressive. Not disciplined at all.

**Shyfter** ‘As always, our little brother, forever the self chosen ambassador for peace! That's fine, let's see how YOU will handle this, Ambassador. The rest of us will observe these new strangers. Kugri, would you please go inform the Others about our guests? We shouldn't be hasty to turn to the side of violence to solve our problems, when words are far less deadly.’ A huge rust colored wolf, with glowing orange eyes suggested. **Anaki** ‘Shyfter, you will remain behind with Moon. I have a feeling you two will make an interesting team on this one. If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood?’

She wasn’t ready nor didn’t she want her. “Ahhh!” Amaia shouted as the veins on her neck are now visible, she was in a part-shift wolf. She was fighting her for an hour until the Light of the Moon in the sky becomes blue and red. A thunder of lightning bombarded the whole city of humans and the parts of the Werewolves, making them wonder and afraid. For the werewolves, it is a sign of Revenge, Full of Enrage and Death. They started to feel the goosebumps as the Moon letting the incoming Chaos come to them. As the long thunder and lightning were gone together the painful scream of Amaia. There she falls on the ground with her new appearance and her spirit wolf having a white wolf form.

It looked like a promising place to start, Julian decided as Luther pulled into the motel only ten buildings away. "Another bloody defeat," Vic muttered, his displeasure giving even more bite to his British accent. "Gwen Frost, you couldn't kil a Reaper to save your bloody life. " I narrowed my own eyes and glared at Vic, hoping he would get the message to shut up already before Logan and the others heard him. I didn't want to advertise the fact that I had a talking sword. I didn't want to advertise a lot of things about myself. Not at Mythos.

They were Mysterious Frost Holy Guards in the legend! It was said the strongest warriors acknowledged by God of War of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region were qualified to be the Mysterious Frost Holy Guards were at least at the peak of the great grandmaster realm. They were elites of man. Every one of them had bypassed the ranks to solely kill Demon Kings. For disciples in any sect in Northern Region, being a Mysterious Frost Holy Guard was the supreme glory.

Roxanne insisted shouting from behind. I prefered to ignore her and kept walking without turning back. I discreetly left the house, managing no one to see me and headed to the forest. When I reached the forest, I started feeling free and carefree. Our kind is inextricably linked to the forest. We can't live without it. It's in our blood. My wolf was already wagging his tail inside my head. "Relax Frosty. I'll give you the control as soon as we go deep in the forest" I reassured her. I named my wolf Frosty due to the pure white fur she has. Apart from me, Roxanne and some omega males and females have pure white fur. The rest of the pack members are usually black, brown or dark blue. When I wa