Longtail Warriors Novels & Stories

All the ministers stood up at once, worry and anxiety taking over them. The only two people who remained calm in this chaotic situation were Dimitri and Commander Kristoff who had been silent since the time he had entered the courtroom. He had long predicted this outcome and he knew that war was what it took for Dimitri to learn his lesson. He also knew that it was impossible for Dimitri to win against Eldrick. So, he did not show any reaction as he waited for the drama to end. "Then, I, Cathal Bringe, the messenger of peace from Volar, with the power bestowed upon me by the kingdom of Volar and Lord Eldrick, declare that the kingdom of Volar is at war with the kingdom of Hollis."

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

The figure of a long-haired man who is busy feeding the snow bears, chuckled when the bears quarreled and ended up killing each other, just because of the food the man is holding... when one bear win, he applauds. "Good one! Warriors! The winner gets it all.. here you go!” he then threw all the bear's food at the one bear that survived. The figure then turned to Rhodia and Reggy, two newcomers who had just set foot on his cold white ground. "Who are you?"

As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the city, Emberlyn and Keagan made their way to the designated meeting point for their night patrol. The air crackled with anticipation as they joined the other squad of C-class heroes awaiting their orders. Keagan and Emberlyn reported to their patrol, they found themselves surrounded by a diverse group of C-class heroes. Among them were Dante, a brooding and mysterious guy with a dark aura, and Lily, an outgoing and affectionate girl who seemed to light up the room. They also encountered two goofy brothers, who brought a sense of lightheartedness to the team. Leading the group was their mentor, a retired B-class hero who had taken o

And would take this just as seriously. Within 30 minutes after leaving the conference room, I was down on the field where all the warriors from each of the factions were. I was pleasantly surprised by the sheer number of Fae that had arrived in full warrior gear. From the looks of their gear, they always went out in full garb. From head to toe, they were dressed in some sort of deep brown leather. Their head gear was some sort of brown cap like for baseball, or maybe trucker. They had dark green long-sleeved shirts covered with a deep brown leather vest that was laced with string of leather. The only thing that did not look odd to warriors was all black cargo pants paired with black combat b

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.

Riley said that blatantly. Hearing this clear and curious explanation, Brockley could only nod several times. On another occasion, Brockley, who had turned twelve years old, then asked for something. “Tell me about the old wars!” Like a history teacher, Riley opened one of the old books that recounted the wars of the BC era. He told about the brave commander who led the war troops. Brockley stood up with a fist clenched. “I will be a warlord too!” he cried in a very loud voice.

Or become invisible. “You sure you got the right club?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “The Wolf Riders,” I said, and told him about the jacket I’d seen in Snake’s room. “They were talking about someone named Britney Cooper and Grace Carlson. That they were causing trouble. And they needed to be taken care of.” I realized that every time I said that, Steel and Prez seemed to be ready to murder someone, although I don’t think that someone was me. No matter, I continued: “Snake was ordered to--- do it, but he came back a couple of days ago, saying that they were under too much security and he’d risk exposure if he made a move. He did, however, say he managed to silence the cops.” I let my

Almost instantly, some color returned to his cheeks, and he let out a long shaky breath. “Thanks Grumpy,” Jax muttered, leaning his head against the damp wall. “But you still owe me a new harness. This one is ruined.” Malakai actually smirked, a quick flash of white teeth that made him look human for a split second. “I'll put it on the tab.” But the moment of levity didn’t last. A sound drifted down the tunnel rhythmic mechanical clicking. Malakai’s face went pale. “Scout drones. They've breached the tunnels”.

His wise eyes sized me up. I knew I must look like hell—red eyes, wrinkled clothes, reeking of despair. He cut me off. "So, you know where she went. But do you know why she had to go?" I froze. "Damien, do you know what The Claws represent?" The Elder stood and walked to the window. Of course, I knew. The top werewolf security organization in the world. Directly under the royal family. Only the best of the best from every pack made it in.