Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

Unlike the rest of my siblings, my birth has never been celebrated. I know that at five foot ten inches I’m on the small side for an alpha, where the average height is six foot to six foot two inches, but I am not tiny. When I’m in my best condition I’m a stocky but muscular two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve been to three packs since I’ve started the program. All three packs sent everyone in Red Fang home after only three months and anyone that gets booted early has to wait for the next run to start. Every run is a total of six months with some prospects hopping from one pack to the next for eighteen months before returning home. To my knowledge that has never happened to a Red Fang warri

Another man was the head of the warriors in the Red Moon Pack. Hardly had they been in any war so their work was lessened and even though it was now modern day, they still braced themselves for the worst times just like this which was very important. The only problem they were facing was that no one knew who could be attacking because they left no traces of whatever they had placed their hands on. One certain thing was what Ethan had told them, these people were rouges. A group of harmful people with no home. Well, whether they were harmful or not, they would be ready to fight any war to protect their homes and families. In doing so, they had to keep it a secret from the outside world.

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.

Leyland speaks up, “We all have one, and we have all done things we are not proud of, me and the quarry boys will fight alongside you.” I was going in with or without them, but their confirmation was all I needed to give me that extra determination. “Radio Dynamite Al,” I tell Jamerson. “Times up for Crimson Moon.” I wasn’t doing anything by the books now. I wouldn’t even give them a chance. Alpha Crane and his warriors were about to find out why the Renegades were so feared. Why we got results, and why we followed our own rules. Jamerson radios Dynamite Al, telling him to wait for the signal.

"I've known you for a long time, Hunter McFall. I know how much you loved Tara and how you've grieved her loss. And I saw your face when you were in here with that redhead. You were happy. I know it's none of my business--" Hunter started to interrupt, and she silenced him with and upheld finger. "It's none of my business, but I haven't seen you with the redhead since early summer. Hell, I haven't seen you since then. And I don't know if maybe you blame her for all the bullshit those developers tried to pull. But she didn't know about it. They used her like some kind of a smokescreen." Starla looked down at the table. "I just thought you should know."

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

" I stared at Ryker and he talked with Authority and power visible in him. With every move he made my eyes followed him and I was watching him him closely. In a short time we were all cued up and divided into sub teams. Both teams are to fight against each other until the last two warriors are standing and the best among them both wins... That last standing warrior will be the trainer for the whole warriors along side with the alpha's. Charlie smirked at me as she was from the other team. I returned the look with full confidence as the fight was declared open and the Two warriors took their stance.

TO: LiamTaylor@Ravenwood.com FROM: CodyRavens@Ravenwood.com SUBJECT: Hemsworth pack _________________________________________________________________________ The past week we’ve had a problem with the neighbouring pack of Hemsworth. The other warriors are standing to attention but it is at utmost important that the new recruits will be ready if a war should break out. Although there has been stirrings I am communicating with their Alpha.

Ricky scowled, "Jino won't put his hearing aid because of this. We are not fan of guns." "You were saying about Circle." Neal stated, suddenly remembering about their conversation and how it went to tattoos. "Oh yeah! So...we Rendells kind of works like pack." Ricky started, "Hunter is what we can call an Alpha where Kaiden is beta, second in command. And my brother is delta, third in command and we are the warriors." Ricky continued when he found Neal listening intently, "See that ponytail over there?" he pointed at a black haired guy, leaning against a van, his shoulder length beautiful hair tied behind.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.