Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

Lya As it turned out, war strategy meetings weren’t that bad. The remainder of it had been filled with just damage control - Trevor couldn’t come back to the pack yet in fear of leading them right to the pack, and a group of warriors were being sent out to join the scouts. It went without saying that Oliver was furious. I personally felt like part of the reason Trevor was not allowed back at the pack yet was to keep Oliver from killing him for his award winning 'Hunters vs Werewolves: Battle of 2010' reenactment.

That day he became a werewolf. Little did he know that his new-found power would not shield him from the troubles to come, rather they would put him at the center of everything. The Idols knew that a war was coming unlike any war that had ever been fought. Hence, they created an army unlike any army that had ever been created: Strength- the iron werewolf… Chapter 4. 40 YEARS AGO. Samson came into the Loveland kingdom from the northern nomadic tribes. He came as a simple scholar in search of knowledge.

a male spoke. "Tomorrow, I shall put a stop to him, once and for all," said Alpha Deucalion. "We shall fight against you!" the men said angrily. "And I too," I wanted to join him as well. Alpha Deucalion looked at me. "My people are being fooled by him and I want to prove to them that he is a werewolf," I told Alpha Deucalion as I raised the cloak in my hand the witch gave me that Bazaar is using to act as a human.

"Seriously?" She nodded, taking a sip of her soda. "Long ago, a tribe of American Indians needed help defending themselves and innocents from vampires, witches, and many other supernatural creatures. So, the leaders of the first tribe built a bonfire and went before The Great Spirit to ask for help to defeat their enemies. To make a long story short, The Great Spirit came and gave them the power of the wolf. We became wolf shifters." "But not all of us are American Indians." I took a bite of my chicken, and the savory flavor filled my mouth.

THIRD-PERSON POV The Warriors of Woodland Pack stood tall at the pack territory, their eyes flashing hatred toward the approaching rogues. Tristian, Lena, Emilia, and Kilo led the defense. "Where is your alpha?" a rogue sneered. Lena snarled, "That's none of your business, rogue." The rogue laughed, signaling the attack. Emilia and Lena charged forward, their warriors following. Kilo remained in human form, concealing his Omega nature.

How could the moon goddess let this happen? I am pulled out of my thoughts instantly as I am called to one of our borders and the fight continues. With Luke on my one side and Oliver on the other, we face the threat, and we don’t stop. Oliver I’m so tired. Even my tired is tired, but I can’t stop. The only time we have a little bit of respite is when the council’s warriors retreat to regroup, but so far, they have not won any of our territory. I bit down on the throat of the warrior that just attacked me when I hear an ear-piercing howl in the distance.

Barefoot, heart racing, breath tearing from my lungs, I followed the sound to the edge of the training grounds. And then I saw them. Four warriors. One omega. What was left of them, anyway. My feet froze. My body locked. My mind refused to understand what my eyes were seeing. They were torn apart. Not killed cleanly. Not swiftly. Bodies twisted at unnatural angles. Claw marks carved deep, deliberate grooves into flesh. One warrior’s throat was nearly gone. Another’s chest had been ripped open like someone wanted to see what was inside. The omega lay a few feet away, eyes wide, mouth frozen in a silent scream.

Her auburn hair is pinned into a bun and her brown eyes hold lot of love as she looks at me. Oh Thank You Moon Goddess, for giving me her as my mate. I don't know what I would do if it is someone else. "The Ocean Howlers Pack had always been the backbone of the werewolf world. With the largest Naval fleet, they often played a crucial role in helping the werewolves win countless number of wars," my father says and he is not wrong. If the werewolf world is considered a body, then The Ocean Howlers Pack is the head. If there's no head, then there's nothing left. Dead.

He assured me. “Get as many wounded out as you can.” I say as I run past the site of wreckage and continue towards the border. As I get closer, I can hear the sound of growls and fighting. I can smell the stink of rogues mixed with the smell of warm iron. Diving through the tree line I launched at the first rogue that same into view, snapping his neck. I let out a howl that sounded like thunder, causing everyone to stop in their tracks. Moments later, another set of howls followed as I looked to see the wolves of my two brothers standing by my side.

They all smiled and began to speak of yesterday’s heroic act by those girls, painting Evolet as a warrior Goddess sent from above to help Wolf Fall. And the more they speak of that weak Omega, the more I see… I see Violet in her! She’s just like her. The same praises and attention! The Luna sent from above. I hate hearing things like that! What about me?! I’m the one who made Wolf Fall the most popular and powerful pack it is today! I deserve all these praises! The elders told me to put aside my complain and take them back. “This isn’t just our request but the people’s. They have gone to the net to make so many demands that you yourself can not turn away from.”