Mistyfoot Warriors Novels & Stories

a woman whispered, gesturing toward Tina. "Jude made a mistake," a warrior muttered. "Tina has the heart of a leader. Eve is just a disaster." ​Eve kept her head high, walking through the crowd as they parted for her like she was a leper. She had given them the apology they wanted, but in doing so, she had handed Tina exactly what she needed, the people’s hearts. ​

“So let me get this straight, we have a chance at actually killing Malek while he’s in this state?” “Well….” She dragged the word. “It kind of could work. We could kill him, he’s very vulnerable right now. But he has a lot of guards that we would have to get through. And they are all hybrids. Not just werewolves, but they were all bitten so they are half vampires as well,” she explained. He swallowed hard, once hopeless but now filled with a lot of hope. He needed the omega to hear this. This could be it. This could be their way of winning the war before it even starts. This could be the way the white-haired Luna could fulfill her destiny.

The rogues were sloppy, and for every one of ours that they took down, we took five of theirs. But they tired us out. The ground grew slick with mud and coppery blood, and as our legs grew weak from exhaustion, our men began to collapse. The horn came soon after. It was a low, mournful sound that echoed from deep within the mist. The rogues retreated. For a split second, there was quiet, save for the sounds of our warriors panting and dying. And then… Bloodmoon came. They walked from the mist, slowly, too slowly, silent as wraiths. Their feet didn’t even make the twigs crunch under them. At first, I only saw five shapes moving through the mist. Then, as my eyes focused, I saw ten. Then more.

When our palms met, the fierce, unshakeable resonance of our mate bond surged between us, steadying my racing pulse. We turned and walked out of the tent into the freezing morning. The strike force had already gathered in the central clearing. Sixty-eight warriors stood in silent formation, their breath rising in synchronized, pale plumes against the iron sky. Jarek’s Frostpeak warriors formed the northern vanguard, their white bear pelts making them look like ghosts against the dusting of fresh snow. Reka’s Shadowfang archers stood to the flank, quivers bristling with black-fletched broadhead arrows. Kael and Marcus stood at the center, leading twenty of our heaviest melee fighters.

Let's take them down (they all moved to attack the foggy soldiers) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* MISTY: Fog arrows. Pierce her (Ten arrows formed behind her and headed towards Rose) ROSE: Oh My God (without warning, her two butterfly wings joined at the front, covering her. The arrows head back to Misty after touching the wings) Cool. Thanks wingy. (The wings flap) MISTY: (saw the arrows heading back her way) Fog arrows, deactivate (she sighed heavily when the closest arrow deactivated followed by others) Trying to use my attack against me, uh? That rings a bell. You were the one who used Sig's attack against him.

“ Buffy Wingfoot, “ A eerie voice echoed around me as I frantically looked left and right. “ Who’s there ? , “ My fingers began to sprout my sharp talons as I scowled around my burnt village as a strange mist slowly blinded my eyesight . “ What’s going on ? ; “ More of the mist began to settle around me as I began to hear several growls accompanied by yellow glowing eyes. “ Come out and face me you creep, “ I yelled. As I looked around my surroundings, I began to see five tribal members covered with red facepaint and armed with razor sharp blades and arrows. “ So this is the legendary Lycon ; “ the lead tribe member addressed her. “ Lycon ? , “ I asked. “ Lycons aren’t real. They’re just a m

Each step cracked the scorched earth beneath its paws as it closed in on its mystical adversaries. Mia panted slightly; witnessing the horrendous sight did scare her, but only for a second. She had to prove to him that she was ready. She slipped into the eerie battlefield of war, her agile form shrouded by shadows. With a heart as cold as steel, she aligned herself with the witches—a union of dark magic and cunning strategy. In her hands gleamed the deadly tools of her trade—a quiver of deadly arrows and razor-sharp blades.

They continued to fight on, though I did see apprehensive looks in the eyes of many of their so-called warriors. They couldn't fight me, and they knew it. Their teeth would be like pins sticking into my flesh. It would do nothing. I swiped the enemies aside with ease to clear the path for my people. The enemy soldiers and rogues were brushed eighty to a hundred feet away with a flick of my front left paw. I watched them tumble through the forest like an army of toy soldiers pushed away by a child who no longer wanted to play. However, some of them stubbornly returned and were smashed into smithereens beneath my feet.

I asked Vivian, looking at her for confirmation. She gave me a sad smile but didn't reply. Oh. Well, "I'm not going anywhere." I said when she didn't reply. I had Kraegos? Only powerful witches could do that and I wasn't powerful, was I? "Of course, you aren't, baby girl," Vivian replied and gave Alix a subtle nod. He began to step back with his pack, I followed suit so that he wouldn't step on my toes. The uniformed warriors were fighting off both the mist monsters and the scorpion-wolves. They seemed to be having a hard time bringing down the huge monsters.

] I hear one of the warriors say. She wastes no time getting on her hands and knees putting her perfectly round ass on full display, I hear the pup growl lustfully and I move in front of her and growl at him, she's brushing away fallen leaves and twigs while sniffing then she points to an areas and the warriors push aside some twigs and branches and sure enough there's a door leading underground covered with grass that seems to grow on the door, a perfect camoflauge and tactic. Hiding in plain sight.