Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

You know, that kind of tension that, when it lingers in the air, you feel like shrinking down into a hole or wanting to scratch the wall with your fingers. I stood on the balcony of the guest quarters, my hands gripping the blanket I had draped over me tightly. I watched as the sun creeped over the forest, giving the surrounding a soft warm glow. Below, warriors paced around, clothing tight to their weapons. From this place where I stood, I saw how tight their movements were, and how they stood, like they were waiting for something. The Redwood Pack’s warriors were known as one of the top 8 powerful warriors in the world. Now I can see that the title isn't just for nothing. That activity of

One of the warriors chuckled, "We haven't even attacked the Southern Woods yet, but you have already killed one of their best fighters!" I held an awkward smile on my face, nonetheless, coping with the killing part slightly better. As we got out of the building, I saw close to a hundred Scarlet Valley warriors tied up and guarded by the Moon Hill Pack members. All six groups had completed their missions and were gathering at the grounds to witness the last resort the Scarlet Valley Pack had: the alphas duel.

I clenched my thighs together as my core heat up from just looking at this man and his eyes did not miss that movement as he gave me a smirk. I cleared my throat trying to act like I was not affected by him as I took a sip out of my drink. "And who said I was alone?" I asked nonchalantly giving him my full attention as I crossed my legs together. He brought his face closer to mine and I held my breath as he whispered "I can tell" He whispered before sweeping his tongue across his soft lips. He leaned back on his chair as he eyes my body. "You look stunning in red," He whispered gulping down his drink. "But you'll look even better riding my dick."

Amid the wreckage, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of deserters and rebel vampires — teetered on the brink of collapse. In a makeshift bunker beneath the Abyss District, Evelyn entered the underground war room. Faces that had once been allies now wore suspicion. Adrian, former Delta-7 commander, the man who had once saved her from the Council. Lyra Voss, pure-blood renegade, who had sworn loyalty to Lucien. The rest were warriors — half-human, half-monster — who had once believed they could change the world. The air was heavy with silence. On the table lay a map of Valenfort, marked with countless red symbols — zones already seized by Seraphim.

Adrik even had to ask to have them separated as fighting the Fae back-to-back was draining on him and his magick. “Three more warriors, Adrik. Do you need a break?” I asked him as the last shifter was helped off the field by a few of his buddies. “Three more should not be a problem, but I will say that this is one of the best and worst days for me.” He said with a huge smile on his face. The next warrior up was this small little girl, who came in with the Rogue camp. “What is your name sweetheart?” Adrik asked her as she came up to shake his hand.

I can sense the anger in my mate rising with every passing second, as if being fueled by the sounds erupting from the on lookers throats as I feel the heat of her red wolf radiating off of her body, as she struggles to contain the fire from busting out and emgolfing her.

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

It was Kabir who noticed Minahil first. "Abraham look!" He patted Abraham and pointed towards the crowd. They went near. A smirk came across Abraham's face when he saw Minahil dancing flawlessly. She hadn't noticed him yet. He also got his phone and started making video along cheering them. Kabir was also hooting loudly. Minahil was doing a downrock move when a boy standing behind Abraham said to his friends. "I want to fuck the red one. So badly." Abraham squinted his eyes and noticed that Minahil was the one who was wearing a red t-shirt with a black skinny jeans. Yara was wearing white shirt.

Not only did we make it to the end of the case, but we kept our red alive and it's stronger than ever. He pulls me into a hug and I rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heart beat. I know his world isn’t normal, but neither is mine. Hell, the Adair’s don’t back down from anything, and no matter what happens, I’ll stand with him shoulder to shoulder ready to take on the battles. There’s no one I’d rather fight beside and there’s no one I’d rather love for the rest of my life.

All around us, the world was bleeding. My warriors clashed with his army, the pack grounds echoing with roars, screams, and the brutal crunch of bone. Blood soaked the earth. Some of the smaller houses had already gone up in flames, smoke curling into the sky like a death shroud. Through the madness, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. A flash of silver armor. The thunder of hundreds of paws. And then… Alpha Rhydor. He led the charge, flanked by three other Alphas and their warriors. Their arrival was a force of nature, like the forest itself had risen to fight beside us.