Runningwind Warriors 소설 & 이야기

He bowed then sat down, he was a very loyal warrior, I never regretted making my beta, he made things easier. "We need to prepare for battle," I said, leaving him in suspense. His eyes widened. "Battle, with who and why?" He asked. "I had been thinking of ways to expand the pack and this is an opportunity to do so, I found a pack called the windrunner pack, it's a very small and vulnerable pack so this should be easy," I said showing him the location of the place on the map. "So how many men do we need for this war?" He asked.

*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.

Ardina's eyes have returned to their color - after they were bloody belonging to her wolf - A loud howl filled this silence as it continued to the understanding, and then everyone cheered on "Luna" Ardina looked at her Mate 's flock who was cheering for her, her smile widening and she saw Maya crying and looking at her proudly while her flock was cheering for her since the start of the fight " It's not the time for this nonsense, she's bleeding a lot." Mars shouted to remember Zayn and quickly carried her ran inside to laugh despite her pain at that speed

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

Jade opened her eyes to the glare of the warm sun. Not only that— it was hot. Not warm and humid like the climate she was so used to, but dry and hot. Scorching. Even the bed—or whatever it was she was laying on—was hot. Jade sat up and screamed. She just found herself on top of a sand dune in the middle of a desert. How the hell did she get there?

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.