Graystripe Warriors Novels & Stories

They have all accepted me and won't debate the fact that I was a woman or not. My victory has impacted them so much they wanted me to visit them from time to time. Xylah and Roman were in his office when I came and I gotta watch how she frowned when Roman kissed me at the door. "So there is our victory beta, you surprisingly was much better than our last beta," Bryce stated.. "The fact that she went to war and brought our soldiers unharmed is amazing," Xylah shipped in. "The people love you, they chant your name in the streets, everyone talking about your victory, even the soldiers look forward to you training them," she noted.

We’ve learned a lot about one another over the past few days while running drills as a unit, and we’ve already got a solid strategy for war games on lock. “Come and get em!” We trip over one another as we rush to the crate to grab our scrimmage vests, slipping them on over our clothing. I check my shoulder patches, make sure they’re securely fastened. “Gold team with us!” Theo calls out, and I turn to see him and Gray standing together. Heck yeah, war games and Gray as one of my team’s captains? Could this day get any better? Reid and Jax are captaining the other team, and Brock’s going to act as a referee of sorts. Once we’ve all donned our vests and have gathered with our teams again, we h

"He's rebuilt his numbers. Not to 220—our current estimate is 140 to 160 active warriors under his direct authority." "His own pack is what, sixty?" "Sixty-two. The rest are contracted." Contracted warriors were different from pack warriors. They didn't have the bond, didn't have the loyalty, didn't have the reason to hold a line past self-interest. In a prolonged engagement they were less reliable than half their number in pack fighters. But 160 bodies were still 160 bodies. "What does his coalition look like now?" she said. "Ironwood plus two small packs that haven't publicly separated." Stefan paused. "One of those packs is Ashfield. They're seventy warriors, northwest of Ironwood territo

It is clear they have just come out of the lake. It is four of the advanced warriors; Adam, Jaxon, Brendon, and Wyatt. They are some of our best: massive guys in their early twenties, each hailing from strong warrior lines. All of them have trained since they were five, so I am not surprised they finished first. What surprises me is how utterly exhausted they look. They are breathing hard, their movements sluggish, and their lips are tinged with blue from the cold. Jack and Paul immediately hand them foil blankets to wrap up in and send them off to walk it off and then warm up in the showers.

Silas felt his blood boil with anger at the sight of his old nemesis. Stiles used to be part of the wolves Alex trained when they were growing up. They never liked each other and were competitive. Although, because Alex focused of Silas more than any other wolf, Stiles could not best him in a sparring match. Still Stiles was very good as a warrior wolf. He was also ambitious that he left the clan and went to form a rogue pack of his own. No wonder they fought without honor, Silas thought. They are just like their leader. Well, it’s just going to be like old times then… Silas was wrong.

"Oh but it sounded more like threatening a member of my pack?" "We weren't threatening anyone," she said quickly, but her voice shook slightly. "No?" Gray's ice-blue eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her squirm. The three warriors exchanged nervous glances. "I'm sure Myra appreciates the... welcome. Perhaps you should return to the celebration," Gray said, though it clearly wasn't a suggestion. The warriors nodded quickly and hurried back inside, leaving Gray and me alone. "You didn't have to do that," I said quietly once we were alone.

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.

As a result, they earned a few hundred thousand dollars. However, they were extravagant, so they could not keep any money with them. They were invited to Dante's wedding this time and heard that the Harrington family in Little Xeottect wanted to hire some martial artists. The yearly salary was rumored to be as high as tens of millions. Hence, they speedily rushed to the Harrington family. Now they came to their opponents and performed their moves, attacking their opponents rapidly. Grayson and Jax's martial arts were the most intense and fiercest. Besides, they could rush to each other's rescue, so they gained the upper hand as long as they dived into the fight.

It whimpered and hid. “How?… who?…. What?…. I kept stammering lost in confusion and deep nostalgic fear. That coin belongs to the Silver Willow Pack, the most traditional blood tasty pack in the northern hemisphere. They didn’t visit bars. They didn’t hire prostitutes. “I'm no longer here for a thrill,” he said, his voice no longer lustful, but cold and professional. He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control.

"Liar" Grayson sighed as he approached me. He was dressed all in black, his large biceps were exposed and his tribal tattoo was on display. I had always admired the intricate design, but now I could see how anyone else could find it menacing. It stood out proudly, dark against his sun-kissed skin, and his powerful aura dominated the space we were in. "I've fought and won many battles before. I fought alongside my warriors, and as an Alpha, I was, of course, concerned with their safety... but now I have you".