Runningwind Warriors Novels & Stories

“No matter how hard it gets, don’t let the poison win over your spirit.” Then I forced myself to turn away. The journey to Black Wind Mountain was harsher than I had anticipated. Cold winds cut through our armor like blades, carrying corrupted energy that made even my seasoned warriors uneasy. Dark clouds swirled endlessly over our heads and the land grew more desolate with every step. The moment we reached the mountain’s base, we encountered a large group of mutated werewolves rushing toward us. They attacked without hesitation, driven by pure bloodlust. Our blades clashed against claws hardened by corrupted poison, and the air soon filled with the stench of blood and deadly toxins.

The glass windows of the castle broke. "Ugh!" Blue grunted as he created a barrier around them while Nymphos created a barrier around him, Mythos and Lucas. Nyx created a barrier around himself. "Hail!" Sybb called. "Reyan!" Laggas called as the wind blew stronger. Kulv covered me while Mahi covered Iero and Skye covered Hierro. "Damn it!" Skye cursed when the wind was sucked inside the throne room. The wind surrounded Reyan and Hail as they floated down the floor.

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

"Yes, they did, as a matter of fact." "I'll tell you in a minute," Kellen said. Lance's eyes flared for a split second. "Tell me now." "Come to find out," Kellen said, his voice low. "Rory and Casen were Rogue Wolves. They both ran when they saw Xander and Elias and they gave chase." "And did our men follow?" Lance asked, his voice low. "Yes, they did," Kellen replied. Lance nodded once. "Good. When they are caught, notify me immediately."

He said’ As a thank you I will have to pay you ‘ I can’t make you work for me unpaid’ I said ‘ you want to pay me, you can. Just in a different way. You will need lots of staff when the hotel is ready, shops and restaurant will open in the hotel. I want to request if you can give equal opportunities to the WillowRidge town people to be a part of this by going through their proposals and resumes for everything along with the people from out of town’ ‘Definitely’ he said.

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

He struggled to meet their eyes, but he held his head up bravely whenever they spoke directly to him. Aradia leant forward in her high-backed armchair, pressing her elbows into the arched wooden armrests and resting her chin on her folded hands. “What is the intention of the Wind Valley pack?” Skye shifted uncomfortably beside me. “To protect the humans in Hawthorn from supernatural threats. Werewolves are drawn to areas with a large number of crossing ley lines, because so many other supernatural creatures are, too.”