Longtail Warriors Novels & Stories

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

Our loyalty to one another and our commitment to protecting our territory will guide us through this difficult time. At night, our pack warriors and I, hide behind the thick trees, waiting for any sign of danger. We had positioned a few of our strongest warriors at the boundaries, including Alpha Daryl and his formidable squad. The rest of us, including me and my trusty companion Hunter, were the invisible backup for our warriors.

I growled firmly as I wiped my eyes. “Oh, I'm staying here, boss, for eighteen-plus years,” he replied, and I grunted. Rolling my eyes I watched my dear mate go unlock the back glass patio door. Styx came in full of smiles. “Great news, my fellow Mercs and the rogues are going to dismantle the Red River Pack's guards from the inside so No War. Well, unless the Alpha and Luna fight for themselves,” he chuckled. “Are you serious?” I laughed and smiled at Gavin.

Maya spit these last words, and the crowd roared, some laughing, some howling with rage. Sasha said nothing. She stood there, fists clenched, her eyes darkening. “You will not disrespect our union.” Her voice was a menacing growl, though a poor imitation of an Alpha. “Don’t ever forget your place, Rogue.” The Warriors laughed. Encouraged by their support, Sasha pointed at the pair of them. “Warriors! Do not let a pair of filthy Rogues disrespect your Alpha and his TRUE Luna!” The Warriors, their anger reignited, surged forward once more. They yanked Maya over the railing, and she was lost in the crowd. All I could hear were her screams of terror.

They stood in front of the lair, in front of which there were four guards in the form of huge wolves He said that this hideout is not in their flock but next to it, so it is not difficult to sneak in here They did not enter the herd basically, they came from a shortcut " I'll repeat..don't make them ring the alarm..Lee and Louie on the right side, Harry and Liam together, Jeff and Nickel, Michael and Jack and me alone OK?" He distributed them to nod firmly. He turned to the worried Ardena, smiling reassuringly at her, "Retreat and stay with the rest of your flock, and you turn immediately." Indeed, everyone turned, including Zayn , who also threw his clothes on his red-haired companion, even

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

I immediately moved away as the second warrior came at me. He reached for me but I caught his wrist, twisted it, and used his momentum to force him to the ground. The third came from behind but I spun around, blocked his fist, and drove my knee into his stomach. He staggered, and I grabbed his shoulder before throwing him to the ground. I straightened and looked toward Kael. “Done.” He glanced at the warriors lying on the ground. “Twenty-four seconds.” A smile spread across my face. “Beat that.”

A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin. Birds screamed, fleeing into the night. The wind howled as if mourning. “She’s here,” Thora choked out, stumbling back. A collective shudder passed through the gathered warriors. The clouds did not simply gather. They circled. Something was coming. Zander was blind to all of it, trapped in a world of his own devastation. He sobbed against Butterfly’s hair, rocking her still form, pleading, bargaining with the gods who had long since abandoned him. “ZANDER!”

From there the rope had morphed outwards into our own individual designs. Mine were broader and darker, resembling jagged lightning bolts. Ridges of flames licking up my forearms. Adrians were gentler swoops of thin black lines, maze-like ripples and patterns. Racing up to White Forest on our bikes offered no opportunity for conversation with Adrian. Both orphans, originally from the Five Lakes territory, a pack taken over by White Forest over twenty years ago, our roots were embedded in service. I’d dug deep to work my way into the prestigious Beta Warriors. I admired and respected Nikolai, for conquering his demons, for finding his mate.

Lastly, my dear Jake was getting comfortable with Richard, they were not friends but cordial enough. Things were getting serious with Black Devil coming forth with attacks. On the other end, Richard and all our alliances were planning to attack his base which were indeed the caves in the territory of Alpha Ace. There were lots of planning, discussions, and strategies that needed to be worked upon. Richard was constantly in meetings with other Alphas and I was busy with Warrior training. We had combined all the warriors in our packs and they were trained together so that they all had the same fighting patterns and techniques. ______