Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, don’t joke like that!" she said, realizing. "If a human hasn’t done something against a wolf or a pack, we live in harmony," I said seriously. "Can’t say the same about rogues, though." "Rogues?" "Wolves without packs. They roam wild and often aren’t mentally stable. They cause problems." "That sounds terrible. But what’s a pack?" she asked. "Werewolves are social, so we live in large groups—like tribes or big families."

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

I had general disliking for him. "All our packs Warriors may be equal to his army." Owen said. "I doubt." Jia said taking everyone's attention on her. "I mean, he has attacked more than 15 packs till now and has taken all their Warriors. I assume that would be way larger than our packs combined together and not to forget all the rouges that are by his side" She continued. Her point was valid. "So what should we do? Wait for them?" Ace asked. "Do we know his location?" She asked

His eyebrow raised, showing that he was impressed. This caused the shock to wear off the people within the room when a voice from a teacher called out. “What is a Spirit Walker?” ‘Even though I am calm, I’m scared… What should I be doing right now?’ Azrael sighed; seeing that no one had heard the term before. “A Spirit Walker is a term used by Shamans over the world.” Everyone glanced towards the man that they knew to be with Ava. “Shamans are the only ones to walk through the Spirit World and to interact with spirits or souls.” He took a deep breath, hoping that the shock would not kill anyone. “Ava is a descendant of many Shamans; Native American, Celtic, and Viking.”

Five days since I was forced to train the warriors of the Blue Lily pack to raid our enemies for the fifteenth time. I lay on the ground of the forest, watching the borders of the Moon Crescent pack. The figures of the wolves stationed to guard the borders were stiff in alertness and if it hadn’t been for the light-hearted conversation they held amongst themselves then one would think they knew someone was coming, that we were coming.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

“Whatever’s gone on between the witches and werewolves of New York is none of my fucking business. What’s important now is how to stop The Owl.” “Let’s say we believe you,” I said. “What the hell is The Owl?” “Not what,” she said. “Who.” “The Owl is a person?” I asked. “Yeah. A warlock. A very, very powerful warlock.” “And how do you know all this?” Nathan asked. “Because…” she said, looking away, “I got the vision of everything.” Her voice trembled, and I heard the fear in it. I didn’t want to buy into whatever she was saying, but deep down, I already believed her. She was telling the truth.

Warriors charged, and the forest erupted with battle cries. Everything broke at once. I had no time to think. Rowan’s creatures—twisted wolves, their eyes glowing with the same corrupted gold—burst from the trees. They were fast, silent, and vicious. Three launched toward Liora. Two more targeted Dorian. Another pack sprinted at the warriors. I forced myself not to panic. Rowan wanted chaos. This time, I wouldn’t give it to him. I inhaled sharply, letting the Omega power settle behind my ribs. I visualized the flow of the fight, the movement of the wolves, the patterns of the shadows.

The forest burned. Ash drifted like black snow, catching in Elora’s hair as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Joel. His golden eyes glowed, sharp and feral even in human form. Around them, Silverfang warriors shifted in and out of their wolf forms, snarling at the approaching threat. Rowan’s forces emerged from the treeline—wolves with eyes like fire, their snarls vibrating in Elora’s bones. At their center stood Rowan himself, cloak tattered and claws stained with fresh blood. His face twisted in a sneer.

I cut in. “Not everything is battle and control Willow. You control the Water packs already because you own Brett’s heart and have done for some time.” I look to Brett who winks at me making me smile. “But that leaves Earth?” Jeremy queries. Orla holds her brother’s hand. “We represent earth. Hallam means rocks. We represent the land Willow.” “Yes but I wouldn’t look to…” I am cut off by Lugh. “We would follow you Willow. We have waited a long time for Onara Eardwulf to return and we haven’t been disappointed. We will look to rebuild the alliance between shifters and witches with your help.