Longtail Warriors Novels & Stories

came the reply. Before the first guy could reply, the door opened, angrily creaking and two guys with rifles walked in. They gave frightening glares. One said," Boss wants to see you, Brett. " Swallowing a lump, Brett followed the guards to the main room where cigarette smoke, booze and disappointment wafted to his nostrils. ' Boss', was a lean, muscled man with a face you wouldn't want to look at twice. A long, thin nose, sharp, cunning mouth which belonged to a clever face that was schooled to neutrality. Today, it was contorted with fury.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

As he was reminded of what had transpired, his ire knew skyrocketing highs. Then, an idea occurred to him. If only he could contact the erasers and manipulate them into giving him the address of the warlock they had sent that day... It worked out rather well – and almost too easily. He couldn’t help but be wary when he was nearing the address he had been given. The warriors could feel his apprehension, but he didn’t care enough to try to settle his inner beast. They had devised a plan. There were six of them in total – five warriors and their alpha ultra to be.

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

Viktor turned and nodded to one of the SUVs, and three enormous Russians stepped out, following him into the clubhouse. My cut felt heavier than usual, the weight of my patch pressing into me like a brand. I glanced back out to the parking lot, where Viktor’s men were mingling with ours — an uneasy alliance forged from necessity rather than trust. The Warriors weren’t used to outsiders, especially not ones who carried themselves like they owned the world. “Let’s get this over with,” I muttered finally, turning toward the clubhouse.

"Tell me everything you found out. “My prince, '' says one of the warriors. They are not very well organized. It's based on their large numbers. " "Do they have a leader?" Kellan asks as he approaches them. "Yes they have, it's a rogue named Brian Willis from what we can understand." says the warrior. "Brian Willis?" asks Michael and Morris at the same time. "How do we know that name?" Dominic asks, looking at them. "I know him," says Philip. "He was a warrior in Blood Moon Pack, and you know him too."

With their guidance, we were able to end the war. It wasn't peaceful, but they've been able to hold the fort long enough to prove their power. They didn't mingle. Unmated and arrogant. I only met them once. They were princes, spoke less, and at some point they were rumoured to be dumb. Funny because I've heard their voices — husky, charming and seductive without putting in any effort. They were known as the formidable four. No one crossed them and went free. Merrick always wanted to have an opportunity to speak to them, but he was the lowest ranking alpha in the kingdom, and so he wasn't qualified.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

The others will follow with the vans and try to find a way to get close to that damn pack. - There are paths there, dirt and in poor condition. Humans don't use these roads, because they lead nowhere. But it will take one more day than on foot. While the warriors refuel the vans' tanks and the baskets of food and water for the journey, the Darkmoon warriors fill their stomachs and quench their thirst. Delta Adam would command the warriors who followed in the vans, while Dylam took command of the 100 warriors who followed through the forest. The men were divided up, and when the time for departure came, the first to go was the van.

“Three camps, each with 125 warriors, with an extra 50 to 75 warriors within each camp themselves.” “Why were there so many within this camp?” “Shift change, some of the warriors come into the camps for a little fun and release before having to patrol or sit in a camp where nothing happens.” As the high of the fight settles, Zaire and Alpha Ryan hear a few growls that erupt from within their group of warriors. Zaire looks around as the members of this camp slowly come out of their hiding places, the warriors that growl all slowly step forward and head over to stand in front of a few of the females and a couple of the males they all growl low at the same time,