Ravenwing Warriors Novels & Stories

“But they’re also fiercely independent. The Winter’s Claw pack doesn’t rely on anyone but themselves, and they expect the same from others. If you can prove your strength to them, they’ll stand by your side. But if they see any sign of weakness, they won’t hesitate to cut ties.” Theo paused, his finger tracing the outline of the African continent on the map. "In Africa, there is a pack unlike any other," he began, his voice carrying a tone of deep respect. "The Obsidian Claw pack, nestled within the dense jungles of the Congo. They're a fierce and ancient pack, led by Alpha Jengo and his Luna, Nia. The pack's territory is vast, spanning across treacherous terrain where only the strongest sur

I explain everything that just happened, and a few growls are heard. “Ok now that we have dealt with that please explain how you know my top warriors,” Jason says. “Top warriors my ass. They still can’t beat me.” Emerald mumbles. I explain that Raven, Raidon, and Cal are from a pack within my kingdom. The pack is mostly a myth since it is full of highly skilled warriors and is the main enforcer of my land. They also work primarily for the werewolf council as theirs. Enforcers.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

She felt so out of place. Like she was the impostor here or the intruder - she was, and she knew it. This particular forge was well regarded among the R and the Royal Guard. For it was run by the Wingless. An unfortunate among group Raven Harpy kind, and the reasons for that misfortune varied, it was a cruel fate — some of them were those who had been born without wings. It was known as a sorrowful ancient quirk of harpy blood; others were punished by having them severed, leaving only jagged scars on their shoulders.

The kids are kept in their haven. "Follow my orders and don't go your way," Larry instructed his trainees. They are fifteen in their batch, and they aged twelve to fifteen years old. Only few can survive in every battle against the enemies. "Don't go away from me," Raiden said to Harriet. The girl agreed and did not leave his side. They are accompanied by other tenured hunters while the majority are left in the residence. They are hundreds of them to see to it everybody was safe. They were observing the surroundings at the bottom of the mountain which serves as the main pathway going in and out of the wild. Whenever the enemies call for an attack, they would pass through it. Raiden and Harri

He not only needs physical skill, but skills of the mind to be tactical in battle planning. Humans are known for their higher intelligent. It makes sense since they were created by the Wisdom god. Just like werewolves were created by the Moon goddess. The Druids were created by the Nature goddess, and the Vampires were created by the Sun god. The four races reflect their gods in many ways. For werewolves, it’s our wolf spirit that allows us to shift that connects to the Moon goddess. Speaking of my wolf, Sabrina is finally stirring enough that I think she will want to shift soon. There is a full moon coming up, and full moons are when it’s easiest to shift, especially for a half-breed who al

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

I said, moving to sit across from him. His brow furrowed. “Would you ever leave me alone?” he muttered, and I smirked. “Of course not! That’s why I’m here to help.” I cut straight to the point, crossing my legs. Even though Arden appeared to be the most ruthless and powerful among the three of us, I knew he carried inner burdens that he had been shouldering alone. And his health was one of them. His anxiety gnawed at his wolf, driving him feral whenever it overwhelmed his emotions.