Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

In his mind, he was echoing the words: until then. Greko Bluzul looked at Rostam Clawmark. With one nod from the latter, Greko Blazul jumped from the high stone he was standing on, shaking the ground near him as he bellowed a roar, signifying the start of the war that would mark the history of the wolven race. Howls of the very few members of the Alliance were made louder by the addition of the women and men who refused to betray their beliefs. 'Kid, you are a new member of the clan, right?' A spotted wolf nudged the only small one in the line of defense.

Alpha Knight ordered for them to form a circle so everyone could face the dozen rogue wolves all around them. There was something about these wolves. Their clothes were tattered, moldy and stained in places. Their eyes were red and distant, yet held cruelty. They all were Japanese by the looks of it and smelled like wolves. But there was something else. Something none of them could pinpoint yet. ‘Olive, you be careful,’ Wayne warned in their mindlink. She was facing the other way, her fists already bared ready in defense.

Death roared with loud laughter, standing in the corner and wiped the tears of amusement from his eyes. Nicholas stumbled back, and the warriors gawked in horror when registered the future chieftain of the tribe, and his wife curled into each other as they left the world one after the other. The earth quaked beneath their feet, expressing her anger over unfair deeds. *** An owl hooted in the dark and thick luxuriant forest.

The threadbare couch sagged and creaked as Oliver and Ryan pushed them into a sitting position next to each other. I studied their features. What kind of wolves raped and beat a pregnant female? Only the worst of the worst. They stared defiantly up at me. Stupid, stupid wolves. Both of them were young and unmated, probably in their early-twenties. Probably Warriors. Reaching into the utility bag, I pulled out a ten-inch blade. Twirling the weapon agilely between my fingertips, I turned to Luca. "Put Dagger on his knees in front of the first one."

Isla’s POV As the morning sun crested over the horizon, I watched our pack begin mobilising for the impending battle. Wolves of all ages moved with grim determination, their usually melodic howls taking on a haunting tone as they prepared for warfare. I made my way through the camp, my sharp gaze scanning the flurry of activity. Warriors were donning crude armour crafted from bone, leather, and wood - meagre protection but essential against the brutal force we would soon face. Luke appeared at my side, his expression a hardened mask mirroring my own. "The warriors are ready, Mother. We await your command."

my wolf suggests sneakily, catching me off guard as I flinch backwards. “What’s on your mind?” Elijah catches my jitter, looking troubled by my expression. “Now, Willow.” “I’ve overheard that there are some issues with the Opal Pack? Are they a part of The Old Ones?” I mask over my tracks. “Who? The Opal Pack?” Elijah tenses instantly; forced to look away as he struggles to meet my eyes at this moment, biting his lip anxiously, “No. They’re nothing to do with The Old Ones. The Old Ones are basically the other Ruling Alphas of different cities. The Opal Pack are just one of our old alliances,” he clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably while bringing his arm away from my shoulders.

He is a hunter and now a hunter with his own pack. My head bobs as I silently agree with Travis. I didn’t like it, but it made sense. Everything he had said to defend and confirm Oliver was, in his eyes, the best wolf for the job. Oliver has royal blood running through his veins, he was born to lead and rule. Whether that was on the right side or the wrong side as a rogue. I look at Oliver, taking in his rusty blonde hair and hazel eyes that hold a hint of orange as his wolf sits on the surface. “Will you make a blood oath and swear your allegiance to the realm and me?”

Jack said. “There are like fifty of us here ready to run in, so hopefully nothing bad will happen if it comes down to it,” Luke said, glancing at us from the binoculars he was holding. I looked around at all of the warriors Blake, Alex, and Tyce had gathered together. Most of them were scattered behind trees and hidden. I was standing with Jack, Kyle, and Luke. Luke looked at me and nodded. I returned the nod and stripped myself naked, then shifted into my wolf form and ran down the hill we were on.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

He snorted. “Let her go! She’s your Luna!” Olivia stepped forward, but he shot her a glare that made her pause in her tracks. “When do omegas get to speak when warriors do? I guess you don’t value your tongue.” He bellowed. “Then this warrior is a bitch! You keep wailing like one!” I said, forcing myself off the wall even as his grip was suffocating on my neck. I began to push him back, and he was shocked by this.