Psychic Warriors Novels & Stories

Serena's POV Ten years later. Silver City. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my top-floor office at The Claws headquarters, looking down at the city that never slept. The neon lights below flickered like stars scattered across the night. "Ms. Serena, congratulations on winning 'Security Strategist of the Year' again," my assistant, Maya, walked in, holding a heavy invitation. "That's the fifth time." The fifth time. In ten years, I’d gone from a heartbroken girl to a legend in the world of werewolf security.

She had added. "What are shadow warriors?" Anthony asked, getting up too from the sofa. "Creatures conjured up by a powerful mage. They have no substance. They are like vampires when they turn to mist. Small molecules, vapor, air. Even water. Dust. Whatever is around to form the particles is used. But they are dead. Already dead. They can't be killed." Esther replied, her voice coated with disbelief. She had read of them, but never thought that they had existed. They were in deep shit.

“I just need to end you.” Lucinda shrieked with fury and released a burst of black energy that shot toward me like lightning. It cracked loudly on my shield, sending sparks flying, but I refused to back down. The impact burned my palms, and the strain of holding the barrier made my vision blur. Still, I didn’t let go. The ground beneath us split open, releasing a foul stench of burning earth. Lucinda’s dark spirits emerged, figures cloaked in smoke and hate. The pack warriors drew their weapons, but they couldn’t touch them. Their swords passed through the dark mist like air.

the Elite spats venomously. I study him for a moment, pondering this information. This is why the hybrids are winning the war. While we're stuck thinking they're monsters ready to devour our children, they examine us and record our motives and habits. This man has seen more wars than I could ever dream of, and yet, he doesn't comprehend his enemy. "Did they try to kidnap Kieran? Did they take something?" I throw the questions rapidly, firing them as my heart speeds in my chest. This feels wrong. This is wrong.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

You obey me now. Riley followed immediately, her hands glowing with psychic energy. With a flick, she sent shards of concentrated force slicing toward Lila and her allies. Cade jumped, deflecting several shards with a steel pipe, while Adrian reinforced Lila’s aura, directing the energy outward in a controlled pulse. The warehouse shook violently. Dust and sparks rained down, debris shifting under the chaos of psychic warfare. Lila felt Harper stir, testing the boundaries of the psychic cage she had forced her into. Her aura flared dangerously, but Lila maintained control, pushing the dark whispers into silence, if only temporarily.

Soon we were in an open battle with Alexis and the Ocean Spirit Pack warriors were rushing to our aid. I took on the six mates of Alexis, not allowing them to enter the lake. They extended their deadly fangs and breathed out their poison which killed some of the Ocean Spirit Pack warriors. As I watched them wreck havoc everywhere, I realized what their weakness was. Through my power of Fault Detection, I confirmed what I thought and my subconscious put on an imaginary smug face at my plan. “Kill those bitches,” my wolves chanted as I felt a new form of energy boost into my system entirely.

I can hollow out his defences, take his pawns, kill them one by one until he’s the last player standing on the board. My warriors are around me, stalking through the town. I can sense their presence in the darkness. They are hidden so well that their own mothers wouldn’t be able to find them, but they are here. I round a corner, my every sense laser focused on Bryce, but I don’t miss the warriors that think they have a chance to take me out and launch themselves at me, teeth bared, claws extended. The world is alive around me. My warriors are making quick work of the wolf invaders - the one without the good sense to stay out of a Lycan enclave. Or perhaps they fear Bryce more than they fear

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

How could anyone keep stealing for fun without thinking of the consequences? He ripped one photograph off the board and tore it into little pieces. The anger made his arms start to grow bigger and clawy but he steeled himself and willed his anger back inside where it needed to stay for now. If he were to let the beast out, it would go straight to Gina and Liana, then tear both of them apart. It had taken all his willpower not to destroy them on that night. Killing them would mean less suffering for them but he needed them to suffer more than he had.