Orphan 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.”

She whispered. “What about him?” He has been chosen to fight as one of the Ornyth warriors. She announced, dissolving into another fit of tears. My eyes widened with understanding. The Ornyth warriors were special wolves selected by the alpha himself to fight alongside him. These warriors were basically sold to protect the pack with their lives. I gathered her in my arms and wiped her tears away. “Come on, Betsy, he will be fine. He looks tough, and I'm sure he will come to no harm.”

It could only be done in mumbles and whispers. "And also," the first elder suddenly voiced out, gaining everyone's attention and away from their conversations. He sent me a quick gaze with a little smile plastered on his face which indicated that he wanted to say something else that had to do with me, and returned his gaze to the others present. "Doris here will form a new league which will be called the 100 Warriors. You all are also to note that those who enter the 100 Warriors and survive the training, will have the opportunity to directly enter the chief warrior seat under the highest leader of the Iron Claw Warriors, and can also lead other warriors." He paused and looked at the faces o

They are armed with axes and swords, willing to use it at any point in time. There are two different lines, male and female. On the female line, they are assessing the girls one by one…and very soon, they are going to reach me. What are they going to do to us? I think, I rub my hands together as they are white as snow from the cold and my lips are pale. Orizon is a very cold kingdom unlike Elanor. Thus, we are wearing simple clothes on our bodies as its freezing. All the warriors of Orizon are dressed in thick animal skin, and fur, they are built differently unlike the wolves of other kingdoms, they are like giants—everything about them is magnanimous. As the line continues to move, I hide m

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

I was abandoned as a baby at a very small orphanage, in the small town of River Stop. I was raised in the orphanage, and I guess in this small area not a whole lot of people want to adopt an orphan girl. So, I grew up with the ladies that ran the orphanage, Frances, the old, short and very plump mean and strict head master I guess we can call her, and Mary, who was soft, sweet, caring, and was the only person in my life that ever loved me!

He offered me more, offered me something I didn't know I needed, something I thought I no longer deserved. A home. A family. Brotherhood. The Nightmare Warriors have been my family for years. But now, I don't know if I even have them any longer. I've proven not to be trusted. This isn't the first time I have put my needs before the clubs and that goes against the number one rule of the club.

I didn't lower my gun. "They were special. They were bound to protect, to serve the moon. They did they're job in reclaiming the earth, alliances were made and alphas were given packs. The seven warriors were granted gifts..abilities for their loyalty" "These warriors are the originals. To this day only four remain. Three are dead. One turned against the moon, however its been so long since he was seen or heard of that he's seen as dead. He was the second child of the moon" "And the first?" I question arching a brow. I had to admit I liked this story.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

They were Death Warriors. Death Warriors, Suicide Warriors, Sacrificial Fighters, etc. There were many names for them. But they all meant one thing – someone whose life is worth nothing to their master. Death Warriors were warriors raised up and groomed all for the purpose of giving their lives for the ‘greater good’. They were meant to slow people down, and weaken stronger foes so that others can garner all the praise that came with conquering their enemies. That was what these profound wielders were doing. They didn’t fear death. They didn’t care about their lives at all. All they wanted to do was to inflict some sort of damage before dying so that Mane and Abe would be weakened sufficient