Mapleshade Warriors Novels & Stories

In actuality, Blade Warlord had already turned the majority of the upper brass for the Assassin Branch into his followers, so while it appeared that he was demoted in the eyes of the other branch leaders, nothing had truly changed in reality. Currently, there was a meeting going on in the conference room for this branch. All the top brass for the branch, Blade Warlord, along with a few others were currently in the room. Besides these players, there was also a few players standing behind each 'important' member within the room. Their presence was naturally unnecessary but they were still there nonetheless. One of these players just so happened to be a gnome, thief player wearing leather armou

he ordered through the mind link. He, Shane, and his gamma stood back and watched. His warriors charged forward running at fool speed toward the border, crossing it was not a problem, they got to the place where the wolfbane was poured on the ground and their feet started burning. Painful howls could be heard all over as the warriors doubled over whimpering and trying to get away from the wolfbane.

“Kevin, with me. Mara, Jasper, flank the ravine. Lila, map the runes. Tess, Kael, hold the rear.” Kevin’s amber eyes locked on hers, his sword raised, voice low, steady, the pine scent of him grounding her through their mind-link. “Always, Sam—let’s burn these bastards down.” Shade rumbled, approving, his claws flexing, the wraiths’ snarls closer now, the red glow in the ravine intensifying, the cold air biting harder, his tattoo pulsing red, a vow of bloodshed for her.

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

They gave in on our torture just in a day and started talking. When we reached the location after a day long run, 20 rouges were waiting for us. We had walked straight into it. We were easily outnumbered. But then again it's not easy to take down warriors of Pearl moon pack. We killed them all, but the last one took out the dagger and slashed me with it deep, right above my heart. He again lifted his hand to stab my heart but his hands were ribbed off by my man.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

“But we can’t wait to figure it out. We need to join them before it’s too late. Once we get there, we’ll know what’s going on.” Nightshade didn’t waste another second. “Let’s move.” He lifted his head and howled — a long, commanding sound that echoed through the night. Within minutes, shadows began to move from every direction. Warriors appeared from the forest paths, their eyes glowing under the moonlight. Some were already halfway shifted, ready for battle. Nightshade turned to Evelyn. “Stay behind me. You’ll lead the healers when we arrive.” Evelyn nodded, though her hands were shaking. “Be careful, Nightshade. The energy in the air feels… different tonight.”

Some of them were laughing and bragging to their fellow and non-fellow warriors about how they had killed—wiped out—the rogues who attacked Nightshade earlier. The air no longer trembled with snarls and howls. The deep rumble we kept hearing earlier—but chose to ignore while trying to protect the pups in the nursery—became nothing more than distant echoes. Instead, it was replaced by the heavy shuffle of paws on gravel, the creak of the gates opening, and the loud murmurs of returning warriors. I watched as the families of those returning warriors immediately ran to their mates, their husbands, wives, sons, and daughters—with relief smiling on their faces.

Unfortunately, the fourth one made contact, scraping his claws deep into her side. Lorelei works fast to try to heal as much of it as possible, while Zelda tries to hold on to her shift and continues to fight the surrounding warriors. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for the continuous fighting to take its toll, as these warriors are nearly 3 times the size of her. When the warriors manage to connect a few times, Malik shifts and rejoins the fight, and the other warriors back off.

Ash is perched with warriors at the top of the packhouse with Clair, to control archers with pure silver tips. Our allies have approached and are on both sides of our information as well. I see Camilla in the trees with her bow and arrow, ready. Mom flew and landed beside my dad’s, and I dressed in her warrior attire. I create my signature two pure silver swords, ready to face the oncoming enemy. Ash Pov Howls echo from the front, letting us know the first line of defense has been broken. "READY" I command my warriors, and they ready their arrows. All the arrows have pure silver tips which were designed by our fellow pack witches. I see the enemy advance from the trees and Adonis's team adva