Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

Prologue Once upon a time in the dense woods of northern Americas was a fortress unseen by any human eyes. There stood a group of Rogues that stood up and chose to do right by the world and train the wolves of the world in everything important from understanding humans and other races. To learn basic combat strategies. They even helped solidify unity amongst the packs. With over 50 packs spreading around 10 states it was an important job to keep everyone in peace and harmony.

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.

Admon explained as the rest started to pay attention. “Orel wife is not an animal” Brogan said as Orel shook his head. “She is as fast as a doe, I almost didn’t catch her before she reached the other said of the forest.” “The maidens of the hunt are known as the Does of Dar while the warriors that participate in the hunt are known as the lions of the hunt.” Admon explained as they all started to talk at once asking questions. “Silence, one at a time.” “What does this say about our empire?” Brogan demanded, “Do we have to sacrifice Orel wife in a special ceremony.”

When the wind finally died down, the damage was clear. Six tents destroyed. Half the food storage ruined by water. The fire pit would need to be completely rebuilt. And one of the collapsed tents had belonged to a young wolf named Oliver. The same Oliver who'd challenged Damoew to carry hunt kills on his first day. Oliver stood looking at the wreckage of his shelter. Everything he owned was soaked or destroyed. "I can help rebuild," Damoew offered. "I don't need your help." "I know. But I'm offering anyway."

Only then would they truly understand the land they lived on, and their place within it. As the pack began to gather their supplies and say their goodbyes, Olivia felt a sense of calm wash over her. This was the beginning of something bigger than any of them. It wasn’t just about reclaiming the world for the werewolves, for their kind—it was about reclaiming knowledge, understanding the forces that had shaped their past and would shape their future.

ALPHA DOMINIC’S POV The war drums had begun to thunder before the sun could rise. My warriors lined the courtyard in full armor—rows of steel, muscle, and purpose, waiting for my command. Every soul present had seen what Dorian had done. Every soul had heard the rumors now spreading like wildfire—that Olivia had awakened something ancient, and that she was no longer just a Luna, or even a wolf. And yet, not a single one of them faltered. They would follow me into hell itself to bring her back.

And because she dared to do so… I will make sure that she gets a reminder each day of WHO she dared to mess with. I am Olivia Dannelly, Luna of the Wolves of the Dark Moon. I will not only protect my pup, but I will protect every member of my pack from whoever I need to; Including snakes like Leah and Noah. They don't know the real me, but they soon will find that messing with me was the worst decision they ever made.

I should know that most of the attacks on wolves are by rogues but considering that's who they are, it makes me wonder what else has happened to these warriors. It feels like forever passes walking through the woods with Olivera groping on my body and pushing me around with every step. I let him do so, up until we approach a large tunnel through the woods that starts by a dip under the ground. The warrior wolves go first, jumping into the dark abyss below, followed by the others shortly after. Olivera nudges me toward the gape of a cave and I hesitate, clinging to his hip as if it will keep me from having to enter this dark, random tunnel. The rogue Alpha only chuckles and nudges me into the