Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

"Good. We must hit them hard and fast, like a serpent striking its prey. Show no mercy, no hesitation. Cortis’s arrogance has made him vulnerable, but he’s still a cunning adversary. We cannot afford to underestimate him." The Redbone Pack’s warriors, bristling with barely restrained savagery, move with a lethal grace as they prepare for the ambush. Each wolf knows their place, their role in the intricate dance of death that is about to commence. They have been honed for this moment, their instincts sharpened by countless battles, their loyalty to Wilson unshakable.

Ardina's eyes have returned to their color - after they were bloody belonging to her wolf - A loud howl filled this silence as it continued to the understanding, and then everyone cheered on "Luna" Ardina looked at her Mate 's flock who was cheering for her, her smile widening and she saw Maya crying and looking at her proudly while her flock was cheering for her since the start of the fight " It's not the time for this nonsense, she's bleeding a lot." Mars shouted to remember Zayn and quickly carried her ran inside to laugh despite her pain at that speed

“Since we were able to retrieve the stolen guns, thanks entirely to the help of my baby sister… I’m inclined to show you some of the leniency that my sister would insist you be shown.” I stood and walked to the fireplace, pulling a rod out of the coals. The letter W glowed bright orange on the end. This same brand had been used by the Warriors for decades, marking traitors to the brotherhood. Tank and Cody moved to restrain Ryan, dropping him to the floor. The kid’s eyes widened in terror as he realized what was about to happen. He thrashed against the guys, but they held him firmly in place. “Please, no!” he begged, his voice cracking. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t—”

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_--_ The next morning Rex and his personal guard consisting of Makai and 7 of the highest ranked warriors set out to reach the Council Grounds some 350 miles north of the Sakura territory. They lived on the border of the northern Royal Trinity lands while the other 4 Packs were further to the south and had peaceful, easy lives compared to their Royal counterparts. It was a boring trip in the past years and Rogues found a way to know when and if the Packs were meeting and usually didn't make any moves on the traveling parties. THIS year, however, there is a new Alpha to try to convince to leave the Council, to break the Council Law and join the rogues

We have to treat him immediately! “But you said it’s under the Alpha’s army!” Kiro nodded, his eyes are almost giving up on him. “Y-yes…but it was a different army. They belong to a pack. They are vicious! Powerful! They are unstoppable.” Kiro grab his companion’s shoulder, trying to pull him closer. I didn’t realized I was holding my breath the whole time while watching the scene in front of me. It was intense and nerve wrecking. Something is not right here.

"He’s a stray from the eastern border, Leah. Let me take his head." "No," Julian called out, clapping his hands twice. From the shadows of the broken sanctuary doors, behind the mass of spirit wolves, a vanguard of living Southern warriors marched into the hall. They weren't wearing the Blackwood Ridge colors, nor were they wearing the Crescent crest. Their shields were painted a stark, solid black the mark of the Southern Separatists, the rogue enforcers who had refused to acknowledge my return. Beside them, Derek stepped forward, his body creaking as the black ice along his ribs hardened. He raised his remaining left hand, and the translucent white spirit wolves howled in unison, their vio

Some of them won't walk out. The first vehicles arrive. Headlights cut through the pre-dawn darkness. Doors open quietly. Warriors step out, already in combat mode. No unnecessary noise. No wasted movement. Marcus arrives with Redwood Pack. Forty wolves, every one of them trained fighters. Sarah brings Silvercrest next. Thirty warriors who've fought beside us before. Then smaller packs, ones I barely know but who answered the call anyway. By the time everyone's here, the clearing feels crowded. 130 bodies packed into a space meant for maybe fifty. The smell of wolf musk and nervous sweat is thick.

Reggy pouted, “Am I that bad? I think I'm pretty handsome. The other warriors have a lot of disgusting wounds…especially on their faces…while me…my face is smooth like this…” “That is the one who makes you less like a real man.” Rhodia muttered finally closing her eyes. She wanted to rest and be able to continue her journey to Jatora. When they awoke, they realized that it is already night, and continued their journey to a place they had never been to at night…very risky. Finally they look for a cave or a shady tree for shelter. There is no cave, they had to climb the biggest tree in the forest. rest to spend the night there.