Oakstar Warriors Novels & Stories

RPOV Songs: WALLS by Kings of Leon, Retrograde by James Blake, Politik by Coldplay The last of the dying flames finally diminished and the forest returned back to it's darkened state. I could no longer sense any other Strigoi nearby and was satisfied that we had taken them all out. A few of the men tossed some dirt over the remains of the scorched bodies that Lord Ozera had taken care of for us. The sun would've been just as effective in the morning, but it also posed the risk of catching some of the trees on fire as well and we were all glad no to have to drag the bodies back with us.

The Old Oak’s Shadow The mist clung to the ground as Aria, Caden, and a small contingent of Darkfang warriors moved toward the old oak, a gnarled sentinel standing alone in a clearing sacred to the packs. Rollan was nestled in a sling against Aria’s chest, his tiny body warm but quiet, as if sensing the danger. The mark on his arm pulsed faintly, a beacon in the pre-dawn gloom. Caden walked ahead, his blade drawn, his broad frame a shield against the unseen threats lurking in the fog. Kael flanked them, his wounds slowing his steps but not his resolve, his eyes scanning the trees for any sign of Victor’s rogues.

The tawny color of his olive skin. Then, as he drew back, Calleigh saw his whole face. He was... breathtaking. How was it possible for a man to be at once so masculine, and so beautiful? His black hair brushed the top of his ears. He had the face of an angel. Of a warrior. His Roman nose had been broken at least once, from the tiny imperfection of the angle. He had a full, sensual mouth, with a twist of his lips that revealed arrogance and something more… Cruelty, perhaps?

Nymm really was a loyal dog of Percy's hence Nalym would naturally be just as obedient as Nymm. Fane raised an eyebrow as he looked at Nalym with great interest. Warriors from Star Continent really did as they pleased. However, it was not everyone that dared to cross the line. After all, there were so many warriors from Star Continent. If all of them showed off wherever they went, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble, and the warriors from other worlds would all be thoroughly angered. If everyone worked together against Star Continent, then Star Continent would not be able to handle it. There were those who were arrogant, but those were all people with a certain level of skill and posi

She rose to her full height in the center of the rolling sulfur smoke, Varga's executioner’s axe swinging in a wide, clean arc that severed the brass tripods of two light steam-cannons before the garrison infantry could even adjust their elevation. Behind her, five hundred newly awakened Oakhaven warriors poured through the smoking breach, their amber eyes glowing with an ancient, predatory fire that had been suppressed for thirty winters. They didn't fight like conscripts; they swarmed the pier, their iron-bound spears and raw claws tearing through the crimson-coated line guards who had spent decades enforcing the empire's transactions. Kael secured the land-ward approach to the pier within

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.

“Stay sharp!” I ran for the main gate, Garrett, and a squad fell in beside me. Beyond our reinforced walls, a group of about twenty wolves stood in the open, white flags of parley held high. But their banners were not the Cult’s twisted sigil. They bore the emblem of a great oak tree—the Oakridge Pack. Garrett let out a low whistle. “Well, I’ll be damned.” Oakridge. Their Alpha, Robert, had been one of the loudest voices against Kael’s coalition. He’d called us warmongers, said our defiance would draw Seraphine’s wrath down on all our heads.

Upon hearing this, a tearful expression appears on their faces, as if they are tired of life. Assistant Kai grabs Oakley’s hand as if Oakley is his saving grace. “Young master, have you thought of returning to the industry? You have to come back. You have to come back.” Ever since Oakley left, his state has been really pitiful. The company arranged for Assistant Kai to be a new assistant for some actors, but all of them are arrogant, and none of them is like Oakley. It is miserable working for them. “Those new actors are so arrogant and love causing trouble. You little ancestor, you have to return and save me from them.” He cries out and shoves a cupcake into his mouth. Oakley is really the

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.

"There is a true Luna in the Storm Pack." The warriors let out a fierce cry. But I knew in my heart It wasn't over yet. Not quite yet.