Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

Charles mumbled as he pondered on the name. He had been in Nigeria for a close to a decade now and was already familiar with her names, people and systems of government. He recognized that the name was from the indigenous Yoruba tribe. He made up his mind then that he wasn’t going to treat Oluwole like the rest of his workers. He was going to raise him and bring him up like his own son. He concluded that he was going to try his best to make Oluwole forget about his old life and that meant he was never going to take him back home.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager to continue. It was time to return to the others. Even though it felt like I was being watched. And I even guessed who ... I returned to the human form, but did not remove the fire. The fighters that flew with me also coped with one werewolf by common efforts. There are two left. The bear has joined us. He also dealt with his rival and with a victorious roar went out into the thicket. Let's continue! I set fire to one, and the bear attacked the second. For some reason, the rest just stood there and didn't interfere. In the end, I finished off my opponent, and the bear tore his own. You four are fired! Mikhail barked as he returned to the

"There were a lot of casualties. But most were on the enemy side and not ours, thank the Goddess. I have my warriors burning the bodies now." I nodded. We wouldn't be able to bring back any of the bodies. It would be too risky. Another problem with fighting battles on someone else's territory, especially one in a foreign country—the families wouldn't be able to hold a proper funeral. "Have they counted the dead?" I asked. "One warrior from each pack volunteered to take a count for their own pack. I believe the one for yours was named Jack Owen." "Jack," I repeated back the name of my friend. "How is he? Did you see him?"

"A hundred lashes. Will it be enough to get you guys talking?" Revazio glanced cynically at the two little rogue children who wouldn't stop crying; he felt annoyed. "Please take them outside; they are so noisy." Two warriors forcefully pulled the two rogue children out. Ten warriors from three packs came with whips in their hands. They were ready to take their Alpha's orders. "You guys move the three werewolves to the next cell," Orlan ordered the warriors to remove them from the Chugach Pack so that the warriors could whip them freely.

I ran out of the cottage, heading straight towards the war cry. I found two males shouting and wrestling in the woods. I couldn't make out all their words and feared getting too close. I didn't want to get pulled into whatever they were fighting about, because I knew the younger male was out for blood. I pulled out my phone, setting it to record hoping our IT could get better audio with some editing. Once I zoomed in my eyes they turned gold. It was Nate and Tyler's father, Alpha Owen, going head to head. I had to know what they were saying right now, then I needed to end that pathetic wolf's life.

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

“You’re a traitor. You hurt your own son. You stole my baby. You teamed up with that monster Ron. You’re not a mother. You’re evil.” Salvatore growled louder. “She’s right. You should’ve never come back.” Olivia’s face twisted in anger. She raised her hand and waved it forward. Suddenly, the wolves in her army began to charge. Salvatore’s side was ready. His warriors came out from all sides. Dozens of them. Some shifted into wolves. Some held swords and guns. They had been hiding, waiting, watching. They had already aligned. Salvatore’s men howled. “For the Alpha!”

Ardina looked away from her comrade Jeff, who is brutally fighting him and Nickel, to sigh but She was caught by the wolf that Louis and Niall are fighting with all their might He threw Nayel to the ground violently, and Louie's wolf was shocked by his strength! The wolf grabbed the alarm and pressed it!!!! The sound fills the whole flock Mars panicked to run towards him, planting his fangs in his guts immediately, howling hard He went and smashed the gate to get in quickly He found them withered and some dead to break their chains with the rest quickly He let out such a strong voice that he couldn't communicate with them because they weren't from his flock but they understood

He watched as she crawled back, away from him, and he felt his heart twist in pain at her actions. But then, Oliver and Kennedy were still fighting the other two Rarewolves, dodging their claws and snapping jaws. They were a fearsome duo, working together to fight off the creatures. Just as they seemed to be gaining the upper hand, one of the Rarewolves managed to land a blow on Oliver, knocking him to the ground. He was dazed, and the Rarewolf raised its claws to strike a fatal blow.