Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

The orange evening sun was starting to disappear and soon darkness would take over. "Alpha Williamsburg has been an enemy of mine for five years, he's vowed to have my head since the Barbarians couldn't. But I will have his head instead and I will pin it up one spike, along with his beta and that of his sons!" Redness took over Finlay's eyes and the crowd went haywire with cheers. "We're willing to risk our lives to protect our pack." "Fight till the last drop of blood." "Kill their men, rape their women and take their children as rogues!"

, Luna Abigail asked looking very worried. "Yes Aunty, everyone is fine", I smiled at her as she relaxed, the twins also let out a sigh of relief. "So what's the problem?",Kendra asked me softly. "Oh the problem", I laughed softly, "the problem is that those warriors seemed to be from the Red Sky Pack. This pack", I told them, as they all looked at me in shock. I looked at Alpha Luke's face to see if it would react but he just kept it normal. "Why would you say such a thing Camille?", Luna Abigail asked shocked.

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.

Whoever was behind this would pay tenfold and more. “Red Claw Pack, our sisters from the Red Circle has answered our call. The Moon Stone Pack has come to our aide. It is our turn to fight back!” I exclaimed, then grinned. “Show them why we’re called the Red Claw.” Howls erupted from all directions, and more red flares, quickly followed by green flares, from the south and from the west, lit up the dark skies. “Show them what happens when they dare spill blood on our lands.” The warriors with me charged forward, keeping up with my pace. I was sending orders, filtering information from the different units, and checking up with Gale on how things were on his side.

even full-blown wars. As a Goldman, her family had been members of the Moondale Wanderers since the start. Since the day they had decided to disguise their pack identities as football teams to stay under the human's radar. Their closest allies were the Forestside Rangers—a pack living in a village 90 miles away. Around 50 miles in the opposite direction were the Wolfvalley Warriors... their biggest rivals. The Wolfvalley Warriors outnumbered them 3 to one, but despite their superior numbers, had lost badly during their last attack. Theon had destroyed them, tearing their greatest fighters to shreds. He was the only thing keeping them safe, and deep down, they had all known it all along.

Orlan had just gotten news from Dafa about the warriors who had arrived in the Appalachia Kingdom. Per Orlan's command, Dafa dispatched one hundred fifty sword and martial arts warriors. Currently, the Redwood Pack is looked after by Jorge, Orlan's father. Leon and Revazio were headed for the Appalachia Forest with their best squad of warriors. History will repeat itself. The only difference now is that it is a war between the vampire clan and the werewolf clan against Ferin and his minions.

Rowan’s Crimson Night soldiers — in deep red armor, eyes silver-bright. Their entrance wasn’t silent. It was a declaration. “ALPHA!” Rowan’s Beta thundered. “We’re with you!” Zander’s Gamma Ben snarled, shifting mid-leap. “LET’S END THIS BITCH!” The witch-guards moved first — dark, shadow-wrapped humanoid shapes lunging with claws made of smoke and bone. The moment they struck the warriors, darkness hissed, almost… alive, like it recognized wolf blood. The room erupted. Rows of warriors slammed into witches, claws flashing.

Sara immediately tapped into her bloodline, the blood red wolf formed behind her and began to absorb the bloodied air around her. It set it's sight on the Leader of the gang immediately and merged with Sara. " Roaarr " The leader of the gang let out a roar and gave one last desperate attack with the hopes of finishing of Sara with one devastating hit. Sara opened her eyes and everything seemed to slow down in her eyes, she dodged and ducked, next thing she slit the throat of the Leader.

Chapter Two THREE DAYS EARLIER IN THE TOWN OF RIM The town hall was packed full with warriors and youths alike. There were heated words and raised voices. There were also shaking of fists and exchanged words. It took every ounce of will for each man there not to transform into their wolf skin and fight each other. It seemed after the death of Tekenna, mate to Keratin, head of the warrior wolves, all the restraints holding them back had been broken. "I say we go to war!" Bravo, one of the warriors, said. "We can't just sit around and do nothing while they kill us, no!" He stamped his hand against the pillar and it shook, letting lose plaster and dust particles from the ceiling.