Shadowclan Warriors Novels & Stories

He quickly realized he was pushing me too far. He held his head down but tilted to bare his neck to me, but I ignored his gesture of submission. I walked over to a tree and grew out my claws, swiping them down and up the tree as chunks of wood flew into the air. I punched the tree repeatedly, completely distorting and reshaping it until it gave a loud croak, broke down, and fell over.

It was just one of their many centuries-old traditions. Long ago, ordinary people couldn't get power from the Shore and they only could by seeking out the priests. But when Hearth accidentally created the Shadows 300 years ago, which they had successfully kept as a secret until the Revealing day, the Shore opened itself to a few chosen people. The Rigiddins were the first warriors to access the Shore along with the Quohoras who fought by their side. Since then, Khenealm has always recognized the two families through a festival that took place annually every first full moon of the year.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

I stepped out from the car and ordered everyone to shift into wolves. “Warriors! We can’t take our vehicles further, so we will run to the boundaries.” I commanded and shifted into my wolf form. Soon, the warrior shifted and followed me. Some of the warriors gave me cover. I was alert and curious how the fog appeared out of nowhere? Is this connected somehow? The rogues and the fog. Something is wrong, I can say it from my guts. It took hours to find a way out of the forest but nothing, the fog was getting dense.

Chloe's POV The rain was relentless, soaking the Los Angeles dirt until the air around the Shadow Woods smelled like wet mud and rotting leaves. This was the twelfth hour of the winter storm. My black tactical bag hit the mud hard, landing just outside the Frostclaw Pack's boundary stones. "Alpha Morris is done smelling you, Chloe. Even a whiff of your scent makes him want to gag." The speaker was Andy, a beta with shifty, cold eyes. He was intentionally flaring his aura, letting out those aggressive beta pheromones that pricked at my skin like needles through the rain.

When another patrol fails to return the next night, the whole pack understands: the rogues aren’t testing, they’re coming. Black Claw prepares for war in the way of all old packs. Children are herded into the cellar rooms, alongside old, blind, or crippled wolves whose fighting days are over. The triplets drill the rest of the pack, even Elena, in shifts that last until paws crack and throats raw from howling. Damon, ever the showman, rallies from a makeshift dais near the south fence, his voice the bellwether of defiance. Devin stalks the perimeter in silence, sometimes with Derick—now crawling, now running, now blinking in and out of the space around him—in tow.

My clothes hung loose as my body burned through what little fat a child could carry. I was dying by degrees when they found me. Three figures emerged from the shadows like smoke given form. Rogues—I could smell it on them, that wild untethered scent that pack wolves feared. "Well, well." The woman's voice carried a trace of dark amusement. "What do we have here?" I should run. Every pack instinct screamed at me to flee. But I could barely stand, let alone escape three full-grown wolves. "Just a lost pup," said one of the men. "Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?"

He looked with his bloody eyes at the one who ran away, quickly running towards them, blocking their way Fight me, you rewards! He screamed in his mind angrily, even though he knew they didn't hear him, but he was angry, blindly angry! They hurt his girlfriend, they simply hurt her! They wanted to kill her with the despicableness His anger increased, and his fur became black mixed with red, indicating his overwhelming anger A tear fell from his eye as he reached out and grabbed one of the wolves that howled for help To make it into guts in his hand and throw it at them

she said, seriously. I growled at her words as I tried to get away from the spell she casted on me. This was one of the reasons I hated Shadow Clans. They are like werewolves with the power of witches. But they only possess one tenth of witches power which only bloom when they clock a century old. Yes, they live the life of immortals because the oldest Shadower could reach a thousand years! But they are not immortals and could be killed if they are not blended before they turn into a full fledged werewolf.