Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

“No matter what you will say after, the plan will already be carried out, whether you like it or not. The only reason why I am here is out of my respect for your sister. Raeya would scold me later if she found out that I was again acting on my own.'' Ryder also wasn't holding back his words. Jin looked at them. This is what happens when two lions meet. Both of them were baring their fangs. But there can only be one who would prevail. “Your Rigiddin warriors–we need them. All of them.” Ryder should have chosen to slow down. Chief Raius didn’t take that well. If the Chief could produce fire from his death stare, Ryder would already be burning. “Say what?” “You heard me. Lend your warriors to t

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Hate wasn't strong enough a word for her feelings. Red Dawn's territory was large, and their numbers rivalled that of Silver Night before Dark Night amalgamated with them. Even with half of their warriors being off territory, guarding the mainland's coastline, there was still a big battle ahead, but that was Inga’s job to sort out.

Then before the next able-bodied warrior can make a move, I quickly unchain Marlene and a few more. “Ahh….I see you have a death wish Ryder.” A voice booms behind me and I do not need to turn to know who it is. I hear the shuffling of feet; his remaining warriors are gathered around him in this damp enclosure. Unchaining the last prisoner, I finally turn around to face a dozen of Zion’s warriors. The remaining warriors are different from the rest, these are Zion’s elite fighters, the best of the best. He stands behind them with a smirk on his face.

Drake spoke to one of the warriors and the man shifted and ran back towards their pack. “He’s bringing the car,” Drake said and Troy nodded. Even though he hated the idea of bringing the rogues into their pack grounds, he wouldn’t let the pregnant woman walk that far. “My name’s Rico, Alpha of the former Red Moon Pack, this is my Luna, Adriana,” Rico said and turned back to his small pack. “That’s my Beta, Jimmy, my Gamma, Leon, my warriors, Jake, Warren and Duncan. That’s Olivia and the two kids are Josh and Clementine. We’re all that’s left of Red Moon.”

Dozens of Redwood’s in both wolf and human form are taken down before they even know what hit them and the rest are slow to shift due to the alcohol. The ground is soddened with Redwood blood before one of them even lands an attack. The sound of growls, snarls and teeth clashing together intensifies as the Redwoods start to fight back. They may have been foolish tonight and be peace-lovers, but they are also Celtic wolves, born warriors. As the fighting intensifies, the Redwood’s defence turns into a counter attack and they begin to gain the upper hand. Hearing the commotion outside, Luna McGowen had ushered the mothers and children to the packhouse and told them to hide. All Redwood’s are w

In the distant forest, thousands of warriors in red beast-skin armor poured out like a flood, rushing toward the tribe, and the earth trembled under the feet of these tiger-like warriors. "They are from the Red Tiger Tribe. These damned tiger brats, are they going to start a war?" On top of the city walls, an expert from the Ancient Wood Tribe sneered and said, "They are so stupid that they dare to attack our main city. We can even exhaust them to death if we don't kill them directly."

I continued, striking and dodging as the warriors came at me from different directions. Eventually, the three men backed away, exhausted. Kael nodded. “Better.” I bent forward, struggling to catch my breath. This is harder than I thought. Nyra replied. ‘It’s for your own good’ I straightened and glared at Kael. A smile curled across his lips. Then he turned toward the warriors. “Now, five.” What did he just say? The warriors exchanged tired looks before slowly moving back into position. “What do you mean, five?” I asked.

At first, with the sun slanting down, no one could make out who the rider was. The shape of the silhouette looked odd though. “Dammit who would be disrupting this damn near wedding now?” Mable again swore under her breath. The horse and rider came into view. It was Wade and he held Kanda on his lap. “Wait! I have the ring!” he shouted as he came up the rose petal covered red carpet aisle…horse and all. “I will be god dammed!” Jared Noble laughed from next to Mable.

Harry, 20 years old, Southern United States. The shadowy figure of young Alpha slipped through the woods without making a sound. Then, when he finally heard the muffled sound of voices, he stopped walking and raised his fist in the air. The two warriors of his pack, whom he had chosen to accompany him, stopped in their turn. They were fully clothed in the black combat gear provided by the Council, evidence of the mission's sponsor. On their chests was embroidered the badge in black thread: the letter C in Gothic lettering planted by six swords.