Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

“We are holding a tournament. This is not the usual tournament that we hold, because in this tournament only the top three remaining warriors win. The top three warriors will be part of the Alpha’s warriors. The best of the best. Their sole responsibility is to our new Alpha, Mikey. As for benefits, you already know what are the benefits of an Alpha warrior.” One of the warriors raised his hand, “What will happen to those who didn’t survive?” “They will be removed from the tournament,” Uncle Drake said, “We do not kill our own, but those that do not make the cut each week will be removed from the tournament and will have to stay home. Or help out in the pack house chores.” “Are female she wo

I just smile at him "alright listen up, Levi says, these warriors are from Red Water Pack, they will be assessing and then training us to be the best fighters. They will be staying here for 4 weeks. I hope that within that time, we can improve. Levi signals for Lucas to come forward and introduce us.

Red River Pack has about 1,300 members, of which 620 are warriors. Alpha Romano, or Roman as he preferred to be called by friends, is 34 years old, and still unmated. Not that it seems to bother him, as he is as broody as they come, and holds no interest in love. Sometimes I wonder what the story behind his cold persona is… Maybe he too had hidden secrets, like I do. I just refused to let mine make me bitter or consume my life. I chose to move on, and do what is best for my pack - to be the best version of myself, for them.

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

Before I knew it, the RED TEETH PACK warriors had already slammed all their opponents down, with their swords lying directly across their necks. The moment it became too tense, Alpha Matteo pulled me closer, covered my eyes, and held my head to his chest. I don’t know what happened next, but I realized dozens of blood were spilled when I saw the seven initiated warriors carrying each of their opponent’s heads in their hands. The whole pack erupted, howling with joy and pride, lifting their arms as the warriors held the heads high in victory.

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.

But I don't have time dwell on this, I growl as I charge forward, barreling into three warriors that were on top of Ryder. Ryder growls before wrapping his arm around the fourth warriors neck, lunging over his back and twisting his head in the process. I heard the sickening crack as he broke his neck. Ryder lands on the ground behind him, letting go while growling. Without even looking at me he ran forward, leaping onto the back of one of the men I knocked away from him. He reached around him, his hand digging into his stomach with his claws extended before ripping his claws up.

Stark told to his son. They will go to call their pack who residing at the north side of the Hungry Mountain called the " Red Blood packs". They consist of nine members of lycans and we're trained as an Amazon warrior. They're fast, cruel, and cunning like a scientist. They only aim for one thing during their hunt. To kill their prey no matter what. They fear no one and they weren't afraid of death. They are made to be immortal and sinful. " Tonight with the red blood packs!? But dad, we only aim for my mate so why bring the whole warriors? Is this a big war?" Gerald asked his father. He's not ready to be the prince and he's too weak to meet them.

Jarek’s voice crackled through Kael’s comms device, sharp with adrenaline: “Movement on the western pass. They’re coming.” Kael’s heart thundered in his chest. “Hold your positions. Wait for my mark.” From the western edge of the ridge, dark shapes emerged through the morning haze. The Crimson Fang’s warband appeared like shadows cast in steel and blood. Their leader, a towering Alpha with jagged scars crisscrossing his face, rode at the front atop a massive wolf, his eyes blazing with cruelty. His pack’s banners—a tattered red fang against black—fluttered menacingly in the wind.