Needletail Warriors Novels & Stories

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Ricky scowled, "Jino won't put his hearing aid because of this. We are not fan of guns." "You were saying about Circle." Neal stated, suddenly remembering about their conversation and how it went to tattoos. "Oh yeah! So...we Rendells kind of works like pack." Ricky started, "Hunter is what we can call an Alpha where Kaiden is beta, second in command. And my brother is delta, third in command and we are the warriors." Ricky continued when he found Neal listening intently, "See that ponytail over there?" he pointed at a black haired guy, leaning against a van, his shoulder length beautiful hair tied behind.

Leading them was ex-Gamma Jason, Head Warrior Nick, Ashford, and his mate, Thea. Ash darted his eyes at me and nodded. In his orbs were unspoken apologies. That was enough for me to erase what I thought about them earlier. Moon Valley is not a coward after all. Perhaps, the idea of what is right versus what is acceptable in our society finally dawned on them. “Warriors of Moon Valley!” the gallant head warrior exclaimed. “Let’s take our freedom back and save Nixon Turner. ‘Charge!!!!!!!!” “Grrrrr!!!!!!” The Stone Valley shook with their low guttural vocalization in unison. The warriors charged and battled with us.

She was flustered after talking to Kabir. "Why do I feel this way?" She whispered quietly. Yara barely heard her above the loud music. "How do you feel?" Yara questioned but got no reply, Minahil was busy looking at Waniya and Ahmed who were standing some feet apart from them. *** Waniya was wearing a black and white bandana top with a blue ripped jeans. Her belly was pierced and she was wearing a silver colored piercing. Her hair cascaded down her sides in thick curls. Eyes embellished with thick eyeliner and intoxicated from the alcohol she was drinking. Her smooth, curvy figure was aligning perfectly with Ahmed's chiseled body who was standing behind her with one hand wrapped under her bo

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

Despite the storm, every movement was precise, every warrior holding their position with discipline. Logan’s black wolf, Axel, massive and imposing, led the charge at the center. Beside him, Noah’s wolf, Noel, kept pace, its bulk matching Logan’s, his ears twitching at every sound carried by the wind. I took my place beside them, Mac surging forward. Around us, tension rippled through the air like a taut wire. This wasn’t just another battle. This was THE battle. The one that could end this war—or destroy us entirely. “Eyes sharp,” Logan’s voice commanded through the mindlink, his tone clipped and firm. His golden gaze swept the horizon as we neared the edge of the battlefield. “Killian won’

A cigarette was sticking out of his mouth, and his Beta stood by his side, watching me with narrowed eyes. Todd has never been too fond of me. It's probably because he's a misogynistic bastard who's bitter. After all, the strongest warrior in the pack is a woman—a woman who put his sorry ass on the ground a million times. What the hell was what, Regina? Why would you announce another raid on the Moon Crescent pack in front of the warriors without informing me? I looked like an idiot! I had a right to know! Last time I checked, the mate to the Alpha shouldn't necessarily be informed of things of this severity.

The rest were scattered about and are presumably dead. The Red Mountains couldn’t arrive early enough to stop the Queen’s forces so the Forbidden Forest warriors went to hold them. All those blood and sacrifice would be avenged. The delegates for the journey were Alpha Scott, Alpha Red and a warrior named Kyle. Scott watched in slight envy as the warrior’s mate had wrapped her hand around her mate, kissing him passionately. She was one of the women who work at the border farming so she wouldn’t watch him leave the next day. They stared at each other and Scott knew they were mind linking. He could see the obvious pain in the warrior’s eyes when his mate left.

Zaiden’s POV The fight finally came to an end after I killed the rogue leader for touching my mate or trying to use my mate as a bait to get me. The remaining rogues immediately started retreating once they realized they were losing badly. Some warriors chased after them while others stayed behind to secure the territory and help the injured. Warriors moved around the grounds dragging the remaining elders and the loyal guards who had helped them. Nelissa struggled the most. “You can’t do this!” she shouted angrily while two warriors held her firmly.

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