Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

The wolf warriors were soldiers who protected their respective packs and colonies. "They've been creating havoc for a while in the south of here. Reports have come in from other packs requesting help as their packs are being attacked," The head of the warriors, Sid said. "But the ferals are said to be very powerful and in large numbers so it's difficult to contain them." There were murmurs. "I also heard that's why the Mavericks came back here after two years," Sid added. "Who are the Mavericks?" Alpha Larry Crosswell of the Ember Twilight pack asked.

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.”

Abruptly, the starry night sky is no longer filled with song; it wis filled with the screams of men and women as Alpha Rivera leads his warriors from the trees down into the valley. The air is thick with panic and fear, and Alpha McGowen desperately tries to organise his warriors and mount a defence, but it was no use. 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.

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."

He walked back to bed, leaving me alone with the glow of the screen and the taste of victory sitting on my tongue. The next morning, I wore red. Red meant war. I met Cole and Jasper in a small warehouse on the edge of town. We used the place for deals before. Dirty ones. Today, it was for something bigger. “She’s rattled,” I said, pacing in front of them. “But not broken. We need to press harder.” Cole leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “We almost had her last night.” “Almost isn’t good enough,” I snapped. “She had backup,” Jasper added. “That guy, Xavier. He’s always around now.”

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

“And it’s your fucking fault!” Kian transformed into his wolf having enough of him, but he was caught off guard when a familiar wolf pounced on top of Richmond. He watched as his father’s wolf and Elder Landon’s wolf began tearing Richmond limb from limb. He looked around and wolves were fighting. Blood was being spilled and he had more blood to spill as his eyes took on the only remaining World Council member that didn’t cowardly take off. By the end of it all, the blood of the World Council member was soaking the ground beneath the paws of his pack members. They stood tall, driving out the remaining wolves that cowardly ran from them.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.