Redtail Warriors Novels & Stories

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.

"The training camp, Cat." Silence. Oh. Oh no. My stomach drops. "Red Ridge Youth Combat Camp," Tara says like she's announcing the apocalypse. "Hosted by Alpha Greg. My Alpha. The annual thing you've gone to since you were fifteen?" I stare at her. "I hate you." She beams instantly. "You love me." Every year Red Ridge hosts a multi-pack combat and control camp for young wolves. Kids. Teens. Advanced trainees. Elite invitations. Combat. Control. Pack defense.

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

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."

Finally, there seemed to be a breakthrough—but what he said next made us all go silent and stare at each other. “There’s a rumor in the far south… that there’s a warrior who shows up to help small packs when they get attacked by the black wolves. And they say—she’s a beautiful redhead with green eyes. Gorgeous… but deadly.”

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

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.

Orlan had just gotten news from Dafa about the warriors who had arrived in the Appalachia Kingdom. Per Orlan's command, Dafa dispatched one hundred fifty sword and martial arts warriors. Currently, the Redwood Pack is looked after by Jorge, Orlan's father. Leon and Revazio were headed for the Appalachia Forest with their best squad of warriors. History will repeat itself. The only difference now is that it is a war between the vampire clan and the werewolf clan against Ferin and his minions.