Longtail Warriors Novels & Stories

The journey was long and tiring, but they finally arrived at the Claw pack. Upon arrival, the group was greeted by the pack leader, Kaida, who was a tall and imposing werewolf with jet black fur. Kaida welcomed them to the clan and expressed gratitude to Zemo by bowing to him for their assistance. The pack leader, Kaida, greeted the newcomers warmly but was also cautious. She wanted to ensure that the newcomers were indeed skilled warriors and mages before she could fully trust them. To test Silas's skills, she arranged for an ambush in the forest.

Jake speaks confidently. Manuel is nodding. He would know what the warriors could do, as he was one of our lead warriors and one of our best, along with Gabe. Saying that, their Dads were the same, having only retired a few years ago, so if anything did happen they would no doubt still be capable fighters and capable of holding their own. “Hopefully the warriors will not need to fight, but the fact they will be on call is the key to our safety and our success” Jake says.

The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking. “I’ll disband the warriors and let you rest enough for two more days and after that, we will continue our discussion” with these words, Alpha Calhoun closed the door and left. “I need to handle this impertinent man before he goes out of control” the Alpha said within him before leaving completely.

It signified that these formidable fighters possessed long-range attack capabilities, with firepower rivaling that of standard small-caliber firearms. Take, for example, the warriors under the Lord of War Temple—each of the 108 battle-tested individuals wielded such abilities. However, due to their military status, they did not enter the ranking on the Chart of Fighters, and their identities were kept strictly confidential, unknown to the general public. If one were to rank them, though… Even the least powerful among these fighters could effortlessly defeat the so-called number one on the Chart of Fighters. "Though it might be in vain, I still feel compelled to offer you a word of advice," s

" we're not sure Alpha Tyler as we said, once the warrior cried out in pain our focus shifted to him " " Men have a sniff around and see if you can find anything, make sure to keep the sample secure, Beta Trevor stay with my men and Alpha Teejan please take me to see the warrior who was hurt and the others that were present, by the way what is the warriors name who was hurt? just so I know how to address him " "oh yes sorry, Ivo his name is Ivo Turke him and his older brother Evo are Seventh generation warriors " " very impressive, well I imagine that injury would do a lot to his pride then "

"We are returning to our territory today, and we are absolutely not starting a war with this Warlord over a ridiculous rumor." The two hundred heavily armed rival warriors lowered their wooden spears and sheathed their silver blades quickly because they were already eager to abandon the foolish conflict. While the warriors turned around to march back into the thick green forest, several large guards grabbed the three exiled elders aggressively by the collars of their expensive robes. The three older men screamed and begged for mercy, but the Blood River warriors ignored their protests and dragged them forcefully across the dirt line. Alpha Thomas stumbled backward over the border, completely

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Roman POV I got an urgent mind link from my warriors to get to my brother Reign’s home, my pulse hammering in my chest as I raced there. I contacted by mind link my oldest brother, Hamza, and a few trusted warriors to meet me there. Calling on my wolf, I pushed through the terrain as fast as I could, grabbing only a t-shirt and joggers, which I tied around my neck to change into later. Every second mattered. Every second was a chance to prevent more suffering.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel