Runningwind Warriors Novels & Stories

The wind wheels sliced through the night. They collided with the glowing fist. The Windrunners had initially believed the wind wheels would easily slice through the fist's light, yet to their surprise, the wheels were hurled hundreds of feet away. Gideon descended like a sun crashing from the sky. He unleashed another punch. The Alpha Black Raptor screamed, its wings trembling, as a fearsome wind blade over a thousand feet long slashed out. At the same time, Eduardo gestured wildly and yelled. The formidable Windrunner warriors launched their assault together, their collective strength forming a massive hammer.

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.

Willow ordered and we all bowed to her. In a flash, everyone spread out to track Sam. I watched as Devon and Willow walked towards a Nate, one of the Shadow pack's warriors and a friend to Devon. He nodded and led them into the forest. Willow gestured for Livia to follow them. I looked up and saw that Lee, Dad, Alpha Zack, Carla and James all followed them and I quickly joined them. I looked to James with a questioning look. "Nate is not just one of our top warriors, he's our best tracker." James explained and the rest of us nodded.

he exclaimed proudly. There was a brief silence after that. His Papa Herman appeared to be deep in thought. He approached him after a minute with an envelope containing a letter. As his father handed it to him, he frowned. "It came from your Uncle Lando," his father stated sternly. His Uncle Lando was his mother's eldest brother. He was one of the captains of the WW Force, the organization of soldiers hunting werewolves. He looked confused at his Mama Geraldine because he couldn't understand why his Uncle had written to him, especially since he wasn't close to him.

At most, he could scroll through their old chats and feel sad for himself. Sean was not the type to wallow. Sitting on the plane, scrolling through old messages and crying quietly was far beneath someone like him. As a man used to winning, he refused to behave like a loser. Hence, throughout the twenty-three-hour flight to Sunland, Sean kept his eyes closed, resting. He was not a failure or a weakling. He was determined that once he arrived, he would win Eve back and restore their relationship to how it had been.

"Omar said he left orange ribbons tied to trees that led in the direction of the cabin. We just need to find them." For now it seemed the tension from earlier was forgotten and the girls worked together again, spreading out along the track to hunt down the little breadcrumbs their helper had left for them. They needed to move quickly as well, even as werewolves they would eventually start succumbing to the stresses of the freezing cold air and they were already starting to tire from their arduous trek through the Wyoming wilderness. Being low-born shifters, they weren't blessed with wolven forms so couldn't rely on a thick pelt to protect them.

🐾 Beta Rune These last few weeks have been intense. Preparing for a new battle while carrying a pup in the beginning of the third trimester was harder than I expected. I wasn’t as physically strong as the female pack warriors, but I wasn’t fighter material. I was a healer in every sense of the word.

I watched as Chris’s hand bleed more and more, as I swung the bag over my shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry it with his shoulder anymore. “I can’t shoot well with my left hand, which means we’re almost as good as dead at the moment.” Chris gritted out as we slowly walked out of the warehouse, our shoes crunching loudly over hundreds of bullets. What the fuck did you do to result in this amount of people being after your life, Chris? I questioned him silently as I watched him glance around the streets carefully from side to side before cursing, quieting beneath his breath, and suddenly pushing me behind a big truck with a sharp nudge of his left elbow, making me stumble for a mom

another warrior pointed out. “So is everyone else who fought at Stormclaw,” I countered. “We don’t have the luxury of waiting until we’re fully healed.” I moved to an open space and began running through basic combat forms. My movements were slower than they should have been, hindered by healing injuries. But I pushed through, focusing on technique rather than speed. The warriors watched for a few minutes. Then one of them, a female wolf named Zara who’d lost her brother in the Stormclaw rescue, stepped forward.