Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.

Rhett sent quietly. Waverly you got red? Aldric said already knowing. Yeah I got the bitch. Waverly growled. There are four leaders, like four generals. Red, white, steel, and black. We never could find out who the actual Alpha was but i alway felt like it was the black wolf. Once he showed up everything got worse. Red is a female and ruthless. She is known for dismembering. Steel is sneaky and will attack you when your back is turned. White, white goes for the kill. Don't play around. We only know their wolf forms. Aldric said his eyes were still on the dead wolf.

-------------- Reez pov " I won't let them escape from here!" He told one of the Zeta warrior Rojo. He's the youngest Zeta in the packs. They sometimes call him the red guy because of his red hair. They were five members in one group. They were under the supervision of Reez, the highest in the rank, their leader. They were called the " The Knights". The Kinghts Zeta composed of five warriors lead by Rylie, followed by Rojo, Marco, Faye and Katya.All five of them was the sons and daughters of Alpha King Lucian's fighters. They were trained sice they were kids and now they're leading the war in every state and in every werewolves territories. The main rivals of the Canids packs were the reckle

Alpha of the Redmaw pack. He is a nightmare made flesh. He is massive. Taller than Kieran, broader even than Basov. His skin is a roadmap of scars. White, jagged lines that tell the story of a life spent in constant warfare. He wears furs that look mangy and armor made of boiled leather and scavenged steel. But his eyes are intelligent. That is the thing people forget about Redmaw. They think they are mindless beasts. Beasts don’t survive in the Wild Lands. Only the cunning do.

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

Rorden actually did prepare for this. Even the claws of their wolves were poisonous against my warriors' wolves. But the warriors Urik had brought came with just about the right weapons. "These are Alpha Colleen's and Alpha Modred's warriors. I had a little help from him and Luna Rashina. She made sure we had the right weapons." He said, and my heart quaked. "You weren't listening to anyone. I had to act ahead of you, Parthe. I knew it was Rorden. I got to know just yesterday. That's why we are well prepared."

Or become invisible. “You sure you got the right club?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at me. “The Wolf Riders,” I said, and told him about the jacket I’d seen in Snake’s room. “They were talking about someone named Britney Cooper and Grace Carlson. That they were causing trouble. And they needed to be taken care of.” I realized that every time I said that, Steel and Prez seemed to be ready to murder someone, although I don’t think that someone was me. No matter, I continued: “Snake was ordered to--- do it, but he came back a couple of days ago, saying that they were under too much security and he’d risk exposure if he made a move. He did, however, say he managed to silence the cops.” I let my

he said, jaw tightening, “seven of our warriors were found near the northern trail. What was left of them.” A chill crawled up my spine. Even Mira shivered. “Their remains were torn apart,” he said flatly. “Savaged. This is not just about border disputes. This is war.” Gasps. A few wolves shifted uncomfortably on their feet. I stayed still. “No one,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “goes near the border. Warriors will guard the perimeter in shifts. Whether you're high or low rank, you are not to wander alone. Anyone who disobeys will be punished.”

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.