Orphan Warriors Novels & Stories

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

He lunged at me, and I dodged the blow and hooked his arm, striking him in his kidney. “ARGH!” He screamed out. A group of warriors then got to their feet, ready to fight. Now I know who Paul's loyalists are. Perfect. Dad and Adrian knew exactly what I was doing. I see Mom, Sinclair and Amber watching and pulling the omegas back. Sinclair tells Amber to stay with the omegas. Mom and Sinclair step forward while the warriors start laughing. “Look at the little women! They think they can take on warriors? Pathetic.” Kaia had had enough, and frankly, so had I.

Koen’s POV “My name is Orion Caldris. I am Rhea’s mentor. Now move and let me see her.” For a moment, I could only stare at him. Orion Caldris. There was hardly a warrior alive who did not know that name. His victories had become legends, his techniques studied across countless Packs. Alphas spoke of his strength with reverence, while young warriors dreamed of one day meeting the man behind the stories. Yet Orion Caldris had vanished years ago. He refused invitations, avoided every gathering, and disappeared from the public eye.

The elders still shifted blame downward. Warriors still let their anger roll over those weaker than them when fear had no other outlet. But the consequences of those old cruelties—left unchecked, unchallenged—were here now, in living color. In the way pups collapsed in hallways while elders preached about “weakness.” In the way warriors ripped into each other instead of the enemy because no one had taught them how to grieve. In the way Orion’s shoulders bowed under weight he’d helped place on himself.

he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have sister’s do you?” Warrior Brett chuckled, “no, just a younger brother, he’s at warrior training, been there about a month now, he only has a few more weeks before he’ll return.” My ears perked up, “really, our pack has a warrior there as well, maybe they know each other, her name is Rochelle.” I know she denounced our pack, but if they have any information about my girl, I want to know. The two brothers looked at each other, their expressions were of amusement, when Shane spoke, “well, with what our brother told us, your warrior may never come back to your pack,” they both laughed. I couldn’t stop the growl the erupted from my chest, “what’s that

Whiplash said, his voice accompanied by a hoarse whistling, a sign of his old age catching up to him? The squad members pulled up their displays from their hero suits, and one by one, they read out their current rankings and attributes. The readings were disappointingly low, except for Dante, who was on the cusp of breaking into the B-rank. His ranking was 11,382, the lowest of the low, showcasing the scarcity of ranked superheroes compared to the unranked ones. To be ranked was truly an honor and privilege, reserved for the most skillful and promising individuals. The rest of the squad reported their low attributes, all of them unranked.

I fully understood what Aunt Calista meant, "Then we will fight for as long as it takes us." "WARRIORS!"My voice echoed through the whole pack and woods as my warriors came out, a much larger number than Luke's warriors but Luke's warriors were also large but with Montana, it was like they had doubled. My warriors came out, and I urged them on, "The Goddess is with us, Fight for what you love." They cheered on and then I shouted, "SHIELD!!!!" Luke also had his men ready. The smirk he had on his face, it would be a pleasure wiping it off.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.