Graystripe Warriors Novels & Stories

With that roar, Gerard throws the device across the stone room, smashing it into tiny pieces against the wall. His subordinate warrior asks very cautiously, "Supreme Alpha, are our claws really going to start a massive war with that lunatic Stiles over a stray?" "Did your ears not hear that conversation? That bastard completely disrespected my supreme title," Gerard growls, showing his giant yellow teeth. "Sure, Crescent Ridge has a lot of numbers, but taking down Stiles wouldn't be hard for my veteran warriors."

The group of warriors all oooed as we moved into position. “What’s your name?” I asked as I tossed my phone and ear buds at Travis. “Grady.” “Well, Grady... give it your best shot.” I moved the into position. Grady got cocky and didn’t think I would know what I was doing. When he went low, it was too easy to jump over him. Grady got up quickly as the warriors cheered. His eyes narrowed at me.

Building exhaling flames above broken glasses and debris of different materials. Krystal stood, the yolk of his small army of four black eyed men while a handful of Lycaon Order warriors dolled out destruction with torches and gun powder in the deserted territory. With pride and joy he watched the pack crumble under the weight of victory. Now, to find new recruits, the second thing on his to-do list after delivering alpha Grey back to his employer. "Over here!" A voice rang out like a beacon eating up attention. A warrior crouched over a shallow hole in the ground.

Lily: "Fuck..." We heard a growl from Grayson and then another word followed, "Mine..." My eyes widened not just on the feral expression on his face but on the person he was staring at. Grayson was never a violent person, if there was anyone who could get an award for bantering, he would be the first to come to mind, Grayson was a jolly good fellow, he had no bad blood in his system. Even though Grayson was never serious with anything he did, he could still command the warriors well, and with him as the head of the warriors, Zeus had been able to build firm security here at the Pack.

Rhys shrugged in a way that communicated this was simply how things were and he had made his peace with it. “The east gate is fastest,” Forrest said. He was walking with us now, keeping pace, making the decision in real time about which side of this he was on and landing on the right one. “I will call ahead and have it open.” He paused. “For what it is worth, the seven Silvermark warriors who went to that boundary today are not network. I will vouch for them.” “I believe you,” I said. “Can they fight?” He looked at me. “Yes.”

We barely made it halfway across the grounds when everything shifted. A group of warriors were finishing their training drills, sweat gleaming on their backs as they sparred. I didn’t pay them any mind—I never did. I wasn’t the type they looked at. Or so I thought. One of them—Garrin, a tall brown-haired warrior known for being bold to the point of stupidity—glanced up from the sparring ring. His gaze slid over me without shame. Not a flicker of respect. Not a drop of restraint.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Theo was just still a child who was worried about his parents while pretending he was strong. Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gabi's sons, Daryl and Carl joined us as we crossed the meadow and moved to the large training ground. Carl had a twin, Louis; they were Uncle Carter and Aunt Lizzy's precious sons. We reached the training ground. The smell of sweat lingered around. Warriors from different supernatural kinds sparring with each other. The Crescent Pack had an Elite team composed of several warriors from different kinds and races. That was the best part about the Crescent Moon Pack, it welcomed all supernatural beings irrespective of their kind or race. We had werefoxes, black panthers, weretigers

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.