Runningwind Warriors Novels & Stories

Mom had to work two different jobs as I took over running the shop, but I knew things weren’t going well. That’s when I met Prez and the Wolf Riders MC! They were on the run from their own Enforcers and the president at the time, having failed a coup. The president was forcing their patched members and prospects to do the drugs they were supposed to deal, only allowing them their fix once the drop was done. Even going as far as overdosing on a couple of them, and the women inside the club. Men who didn’t get their fix got aggressive, and on more than one occasion, the fight ended with someone dead on the floor.

One of them asked, and Sam answered. " The spirit wolves in my pack are small in number. The rest of the pack consist of Apex werewolves and werewolves like yourself. The spirit wolf pack has only four bloodlines. The Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta. I am the only golden wolf and Alpha of my generation. There are 16 silver wolves and they make up the Beta bloodline. There are 12 silver-bronze wolves and they make up the Gamma bloodline. There are 18 bronze wolves and they make up the Delta bloodline. That is the total number of spirit wolves that exist. You need not worry because you won't get bullied, beaten or killed if you do not disrespect them." she advised with a smile, knowing that my pa

— Beta Calypso — The wind by the flowing river feels colder tonight, instantly drying the droplets of sweat that remained around my neck and back. I’d just finished another run, the adrenaline still rushing in me as my heart pumped, but it became slower and slower. I used my hands to scoop some water and splashed it on my face. It was refreshing, and equal parts awakening. I haven’t felt this energized in a while, especially when Viktor’s been on our ass for Goddess knows how long now.

*River* The moment I step into the cool night air, the tension wraps around me like a second skin. The wind whistles through the trees, sending a shiver down my spine. I know I have to be strong, not just for the pack but for Aloria too. As I lead a small group of warriors toward the eastern woods, the flickering lights from the pack house behind us fades into the distance, replaced by the daunting shadows of the forest.

Ash walked into his boss's office without knocking, his face still supporting the right smile he had plastered on his face the entire day. Mr Carreiro watched the younger with a raised eyebrow as he waltzed in and plopped himself on the chair in front of the desk. He was genuinely happy that Ash was in a good mood for the first time in a while, but it was an uncommon sight and, therefore, he was curious about what caused him to have a smile on his face the whole day.

“When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?” “I want to keep things the same, as much as possible. I like the idea of a member bringing in a new prospect, sponsoring and mentoring him. I don’t want the Warriors to be open to just anybody. We have a good dynamic, a family, and being a Warrior isn’t for just anybody.” The guys smiled and nodded their heads. “Thanks, Wrath, I think we need some fresh blood to man the bar and wash the dishes.” Weasel laughed. “Fuck yeah, we do.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

She rallied her weary warriors, guiding them away from the main conflict, leading them towards the safety of the Whisperwind Glade. The chase was relentless, the Obsidian Pack hot on their heels. Lyra, fueled by adrenaline and a desperate determination, pushed her warriors to their limits. They leaped across ravines, navigated treacherous terrain, their bodies aching, their lungs burning. But they pressed on, driven by the hope of survival, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to one another.

Cinco said. Tres said indifferently, “Oh, the remaining two warcraft of the third fleet have escaped. The other party deployed a Black Hawk warcraft.” Hearing that, the others fell silent. Nueve said with a laugh, “It’s been a while since we fought in Black Wind Canyon. This is an opportune moment for the 18 Black Wind Riders to spread our fame.” Dos said, “Well, but there are only four of us in Black Wind Canyon, so don’t act recklessly.

I whisper, and he thanks me, and lets me through. Windazare, compared to Aquarius Waters is more humid and darker as it has more trees and the natural light is covered by the trees and the high mountains. During the day, most werewolves go running, but other prefer the night run which has resulted in Windazare Lights wolves becoming more pale compared to us Aquarius Water, and Firedune Pitts.