Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

The competition was about to begin, and the three young werewolves were ready to prove their worth. In the heart of the werewolf realm, where the moon's ethereal glow cast an otherworldly shimmer upon the ancient forests and towering peaks, preparations were underway for the grand werewolf competition, an event that drew the most skilled and formidable warriors from all seven clans. Among these clans, the Gaia clan stood as a beacon of strength and wisdom, their leader, Alex, renowned for her unwavering valor and strategic brilliance.

“Does that… mean something to you?” He hesitated. “There’s an old rumor. The Flame-Born Wolves—they were a faction of fire-aligned warriors. Charred red fur, claws like obsidian, rumored to be banished by the Moon Goddess herself for breaking the sacred bonds of the Seers. They worked with dark spellbinders. Rogue Alphas. They're said to be extinct.” “Apparently, they’re not.” He stood slowly, helping me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s see what else this Grove is hiding.”

The rogue army shot forward without warning, straight towards us. “We got a runner!” I yelled then ripped through my clothes and shifted into my Owl form before shooting up to the winter night sky. It was now a game of hunter and prey… I was the hunter, and he was my prey. I watched the waves of different colors collided into one another as the warriors and rogues battled each other for a victory. Many of the rogues and warriors shifted into their wolves, while some remained as humans. The different color furs against the snow blended together making it difficult to see what was happening on the ground.

I echoed, and Ethan gave me a nod. “They're a special group of Wolf Warriors, ranked higher than most. The Moon Fall Pack, led by Christopher Gale, is the only one that has produced Shadow Warriors with that kind of power.” I frowned, feeling overwhelmed. All these terms, the talk about the Pack, and the people who attacked the dorm last night felt like a complicated puzzle I needed to solve. “But why should the sisters and the orphans?” I asked in a low voice, and tears were ready to drip again. "Because they need you, but when they see me behind your back, they know they won't get a way to have you.”

Andrew’s POV I read the documents about the omegas and warriors who work in my house. Their backgrounds are not suspicious. They are werewolves and were born and raised in the River Oval Pack. They went to school from kindergarten to college in the pack. Some are the backbone of their families; many are married and have children. None of them are orphans. There is also no suspicious information about their families, and none have criminal records. They are all members of my pack. I believe the documents. It would be outrageous if the warriors of the spy team falsified information about them. I will not hesitate to sentence them to beheading.

“The Returning Sword Sect members are still considered Americans. Have you Olympians forgotten what you did three millennia ago? Everyone has the right to put you lapdogs of the Undying Clan to death!” Upon hearing that, Fiona asked, “Mount Oro belongs to the Olympus Tribe?” Alex nodded. “That’s right!” Fiona immediately issued a kill order, as if she bore a grudge against the Olympus Tribe. In mere minutes, the Mount Oro people were completely annihilated. However, it was then that another group of experts arrived. They were none other than the experts who came to reinforce Mount Oro. Upon witnessing the scene, someone shouted infuriatingly, “How preposterous! How dare you kill my Mount Oro

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

Hillary continued scathingly. “What is this all about you and Mark? God!” Olivia exploded “I wish there were more people like him in the world, or at least in this place, you know why? Because of attitudes like yours, I'd rather be with Mark a thousand times than spend a minute with any of you!” She continued looking at Hillary and Cindy, "You guys are the worst! Mark didn’thing to you!” Without giving them time to answer, she took my hand to get us away from those idiots. “Do you know what’s the worst?” We heard Daniel ask “That at no point did Liv's pet defend himself! We already know who’s the bitch in the relationship.” He laughed.