Owl Warriors Novels & Stories

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.”

I aksed him. He nodded his head and we both stood active in defence, we were under attack. Ivory was busy in chnating while completing the ritual, so we nodded and shifted into our wolves before proceeding to attack the intruders. Just as we expected, there were four rogue wolves behind us and two tribal man accompanied by them. It only cleared our doubt that both, Oliver and Katana were mates and they had planned this abduction from the long time. On my all four paws, i started running with the wet soil stuck in my talons, i jumped in the air before landing my hind legs over the rogues chest and pushing him out form the way.

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.

The Reptiles are great with sentry duty along the perimeter as they signal to the rest of the coming attack. We only had about a hundred fliers in the clan, even fewer wolves and reptiles. Twenty fliers are trackers and have already been inducted into the Warriors. They also fly messages back between the clans to coordinate attacks, and there are flier outposts for them if necessary. Of the Wolves, our smallest population. Most everyone serves as warriors at some point in their lives, like the Lions. Men or women, old and young, serve as warriors. Even retired wolves will ask for occasional patrol or sentry duty and scout missions. They are incredibly noble and loyal to the realm.

Kaiya There’s no sign of the warriors that we sent back with Stone Wood. The handful of wolves that have the courage to stand up to us are weak, inbred to an extreme degree, and feral. It is a blood bath with almost no surivors. Dripping in blood, I shift back to human and turn around to face Oswald. “Where are their warriors?” He shifts and casts his eyes to the ground so he doesn’t have to look at my nudity. “Dead, I’d wager. Killed by rogues.”

He went about the whole thing the wrong way, and it would take a while for us to be able to trust him. We had a day to go before we all set out for the luna eclipse pack. We had agreed that the spirit wolf pack would be the best place to face Glover. He was a spirit wolf problem that spilt over to our world. They had stronger wolves there. Sam, Sylvester, Christian and I wouldn't be doing the heavy lifting there. They had been informed, and they were waiting for us.

“You say you’re from a warrior tribe, how did you…?” “Nothing dramatic.” Ishwar interrupted with a shrug. “I was given as treaty to keep these invaders away from my people’s land. We don’t hear a lot of good stories about Eldorians from neighbouring communities since my tribe is full of omegas.” “An omega-dominated community!” Sarang’s voice held a note of awe. “I would love to learn more about your culture, language, and people.” “I will be delighted to share if you ever find yourself in the royal castle.”

Oswald was terrified at the advancement of those Underworld kids. Sleepy stepped in front of Eagle and acted like a shield while Smiley rummaged inside the bag that was brought by Aidan. “All the experimented subjects have their own power,” Smiley stated as he pulled out the clothes that he was familiar with. Oswald nodded, quite impressed. For the lion tribe, their strength was their power. They practiced a little bit of magic but they were more brainy and brawn. For the wingsman clan, most of them solely relied on their magic power.

Their faces were almost identical: sharp jaw, narrow-edged dilated pupils, long black beard and shaggy hair tied in different styles. "Hehehe... brother, look. Three beauties stumbling upon our territory," the one holding the flute giddily stated. Zillah narrowed her eyes. She only read about them in the books of traitors at the Krystalline Academy. "The Lou Brothers of the Olaire Tribe," she spouted with disgust. She knew that the Olaire Tribe seemed clean on their record with only these three brothers branded as traitors. But she was not sure herself. She had no proofs but...