Graystripe Warriors Novels & Stories

I hesitantly accepted and dropped it after one hurried shake of our arms. He immediately turned his back to me and began heading to the center of the sparring ring. When he pivoted around I momentarily caught a glimpse of the back of his neck. I was taken aback when I spotted not one, but a plethora of Molnija marks, small tattoos shaped like lightning bolts coming together in an X. Each tattoo signified a Strigoi kill and was usually accompanied by our Guardian insignia upon entry of service. Many Guardians kept their hair shorter or pulled back to show them proudly. I supposed I had only seen him with his hair down up until that point, but for a moment I couldn't believe my eyes. I started

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

Luckily, he’d been able to hand the remainder of his duties over to Austin, the Grey Wolves’ resident Texan and medic, and Malcolm, the dark and hardened Grey Wolf executioner—the Healer and the Destroyer, respectively, both fierce warriors on the battlefield. Jeremy hated passing the buck, but Austin and Malcolm were among the ten elite Grey Wolf warriors who led the pack. Well, nine elite warriors. They’d lost two men at the beginning of the war, and only one among their pack’s finest had been replaced with a new appointment. Maverick had yet to name the last. Jeremy knew Austin and Malcolm were capable of completing the remainder of the day’s training, and he’d taken the opportunity to vo

After Abi and Zeres got dressed that morning cleaning themselves off that sticky mess, they decided to prepare themselves mentally. Ezekiel had also called the fifty warriors and also twenty more who had joined their team. Those gargantuan gargoyles were outside the manor looking with indifferent calmness in the darkness of night and this happened when all of the humans were asleep. Ezekiel had instructed Kai to be on look out for any mundane humans whom might have just been out for some reason or the other so that the plan to leave Dark Igor with this immortal stone gargoyles would turn out fine. Each warriors were armed with at least few dozens of the Stagladiers, ballistae and the PowerGl

I raise my eyebrow at him, but he just shakes his head. “I have one more announcement. Our own Maddison Gray found her mate yesterday as well. Trevor is the Lead Warrior with the Canyon Ridge Pack, so while we are gaining a doctor, we are losing one of our best gardeners. Thankfully, we have a strong alliance with both packs, and we’ll continue to work together and see members from those packs.” There’s a lot of congratulations and back slapping for Trevor, and some tears for Maddison, I’m guessing from her garden crew.

he smiles and pats my head, giving me a lopsided smile. "Please," Drake and I train for hours, and I feel slightly better, less anxious. I had too much energy cooped up. The sun is almost going down when we leave the training center, but on our way out, we see a group of warriors surrounding something. We go there, and they move aside to let us pass. Two men are fighting in a ring. My mate and Blade are fighting__ only wearing shorts, no shirts. They look incredibly hot. Their moves are stealthy and elegant, and their blows and kicks are calculated. The people around us are cheering. I can't help but smile. Ziora is purring, ogling her mate's rippled body.

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

“The stone’s powerful, but I’d rather you have something more... immediate.” “Fair enough,” Lyra replied, her lips curving into a small smile. Their party consisted of a carefully selected group - ten seasoned warriors, Valeria the witch, and Kane and Lyra themselves. Each member carried a mix of weapons and supplies, prepared for whatever lay ahead in the Greystone Peaks.

For those who don't agree, stay where you are,” Reid said and watched several warriors growl as they raced forward out of the crowd. Reid’s canines and claws extend. Instead of reaching for his powers, he takes a fighting stance and draws his hand back. Before the Alpha King could make a move, a dagger flew past his shoulder, missing his ear by less than an inch and landing square between the eyes of the wolf charging him. The rest slide to a stop, terrified when they see Grayson storming down the stairs, ice dancing in the wind that swirls around him, and his eyes burning bright red.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”