Psychic Warriors Novels & Stories

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina. Once I am officially 21, I can formally join the ranks of our Gamma's Warrior System. I'll try to simplify it. There are five classes in total, which are your training phase. We can start as early as 16-17 to prepare for our first shift on the first full moon after our 18th birthday—classes 1 and 2 specialized in strength, stamina, and pain endurance training. Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

This was the beginning of our end. I lift my eyes and stare across the calm water. Violence follows the Shadow Warriors. After their ships landed on Earth, the women left the men which catapulted the men to finally make the changes needed to keep them alive. They became farmers and fed humans instead of warring with them. The Warrior aliens had the physical characteristics to pull it off-blond hair, blue eyes, and enormous bodies that made them appear to be good corn-fed farm boys. The Warriors then married human women and began procreating much like their female counterparts. Males produced male offspring and females produced females. The males somehow raised their sons to be nonviolent pac

Not because I was scared but because I didn't know where the hell they were coming from and why they kept attacking each pack. Like angry ugly warriors, the gars came for us in battalion. We could see them now, the mist was slowly off and the moon goddess was using her own spell. People were falling to the ground, that wasn't the actual reason he gasped. They were Hydes, ugly looking ones coming in dozens and I knew that this would definitely be a long fight.

"It still doesn't sound that bad." "By evil, I mean any form of immorality, Anything against the law, including minor things like petty theft, lies, and other things which are mostly ignored by the society." "Well, that's horrible." "Yes Taz, it was horrible. It led to the complete annihilation of two other packs." "Oh my God." Taz said with his mouth agape. "Can it ever come back?" "It depends." "On what?" "It depends on the level of peace and cooperation. But for the past Hundred years, after the new tradition was created there has been Peace."

The Boulder Dragon Bombs forged out of Wilbur's spiritual energy continued to shoot at the insects. Yet even after their limbs were torn apart and lying on the ground, they continued crawling toward Wilbur as if trying to attack him, and they were getting closer and closer. Just then, Kolton let out a terrifying laugh. "These are the children of the Great Will, the endlessly powerful Mantis Warriors! Any and all living creatures shall be defeated by them, just you wait." Spiritual energy surged out of Wilbur's body as he eyed the creatures coldly. The Mantis Warriors were emotionless bodies of flesh. All they had was their immense spiritual energy, which made them the perfect killing machine

He lunged at me, and I dodged the blow and hooked his arm, striking him in his kidney. “ARGH!” He screamed out. A group of warriors then got to their feet, ready to fight. Now I know who Paul's loyalists are. Perfect. Dad and Adrian knew exactly what I was doing. I see Mom, Sinclair and Amber watching and pulling the omegas back. Sinclair tells Amber to stay with the omegas. Mom and Sinclair step forward while the warriors start laughing. “Look at the little women! They think they can take on warriors? Pathetic.” Kaia had had enough, and frankly, so had I.

Both factions, though hesitant, reluctantly agreed. Their search led them to a hidden sanctuary nestled within the system's asteroid belt. Here, they found the Dreamweaver, an ethereal figure cloaked in shimmering robes, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Kairos, his telepathy reaching out, encountered a mind unlike any he had experienced. The Dreamweaver didn't possess typical thoughts, but a kaleidoscope of visions, a tapestry woven from fragments of the future. These visions, though fragmented and cryptic, depicted a devastating galactic war, one sparked by a seemingly insignificant event.