Longtail Warriors Novels & Stories

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

Each of their warriors held a staff that was easily taller than them by over two feet. It was obvious that they were confused and a bit scared of the rest of us, as they huddled together at the side of the field talking to one another. Many of the warriors that I had already gotten to know began to stretch out in front and talk adamantly amongst themselves. Some even laugh within their own little groups. But we were very well acquainted with one another, from training to serving guard duties with one another. As I prepared to address the crowd, Adrik joined me on stage.

Some had eventually forgotten the trait within them, living their life as normal human beings. There was one family though, that valued their tradition far greater than the rest of their kind. The sole family who still kept up with their belief was the Vailant family, a matriarchal family. It was rare for a legacy family to give birth to two legacy wolves, most of their ancestors only gave birth to a single child.

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

Uncle Jake stepped forward, speaking up. Heads of the warriors turned to look to one another, seemingly unsure if they should speak, before turning to look at the man who many may not recognize. Suddenly Landon stepped forward, a man, I imagine many would recognize, and Kaleb and Daxton too came to stand alongside him, obviously realizing what their friend was doing, as Landon spoke up. “Warriors, do we have a problem?” Landon all but repeated Uncle Jake’s question, but this time, a warrior stepped forward.

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”.

The only one who kept in touch after I left. Over the years, he would write to me regularly, telling me how the pack was doing. He never mentioned Damien by name, but I knew what he was trying to tell me. Damien had exiled Lila and Marcus. He knew the truth. Damien had become a recluse. He rarely left the manor. Damien's Alpha power was fading. His wolf is dying. But I never wrote back. I never showed any sign of wanting to return. Now, Elder Morrison was dying.