Shadowclan Warriors Novels & Stories

“I’m serious, Clayton! It’s difficult for me saying goodbye to you a few days ago. How much more now? Stay there and put your attention in ending this war that’s been tearing all of us. And come home!” “Alright,” he finally agreed with her. “I love you, Amarah.” “I love you, Clayton,” Amarah responded to him immediately and with full tenderness. “I’ll see you back here with your brother.” When their link finally ended, he turned to his warriors, who are all flanked behind him and ready. He nodded at them and instructed those who had the anti-Wolfsbane serum to take the tonic, mostly young warriors that Clayton and the seasoned members had decided to have it so they can go back home to their

Ash had been only two years old when Authority had first rose to power within the White Wolf Clan. His father create a group had created a group, a political movement, called the Authority. The authority believed fanatically in the superiority of the White Clan race due to their blood and sought the complete destruction of all members of Black Wolf Clan creatures and thus all the other Clans. The authority viewed them as inferior, pests that had infected this world, and considered it their Holy mission to ensure they got exterminated. At first his great grand father stand against Black Wolf Clan had by the majority been seen as radical but the other members had gained more and more members,

She lifted her chin up but kept her eyes firmly planted on the floor. Despite her slightly confident poise, her voice shook with fear as she spoke. “I don't understand what just happened. I've never done something like that before.” “You don't know how to wield your power?” Rigel asked with surprise. She didn't offer any response, but the way her face fell was enough to answer enough. A werewolf that possessed what was probably the greatest healing power didn't know how to wield it. That was unheard of. The High Lords casted a sound shield over themselves and began talking. After what seemed like forever, they reversed the shield. My father was the first to speak.

As much as Rain tried to ignore the insults, she always felt as if no one would truly care for her or understand her completely. Rain had been waiting her entire life to begin her guardianship training. She was now 18, so it was her pack’s customs to begin training based on her family’s wolf class. There were 3 types of classes of Shadow Pack wolves, The Subordinates, The Guardians, and the Elites. The Subordinates were rank-less wolves, often living ordinary human lives with ordinary jobs. They provided most of the resources for the pack, but they were too weak to fight and not high enough ranked to become an Elite wolf. Then there were The Guardians, the pack’s sworn warriors. They protect

about his cherished and who she could be. He knew his cherished would take someone as their chosen mate once they knew he was a shark. So when his parents paired him off with the son from a rival clan, he did n’t object. Not that he'd speak out against his father. He was to take her as his cherished to unite bothclans.However, also war was ineluctable, If he did n’t. A war would mean death, and he did n’t want that. He jumped down from his window and walked through the thoroughfares of Toronto. He'd moved then from England just after the foreseer read the vaticination. He made sure he was far enough from the pack’s abiding throughout the timber before he dashed through the ti

For the first time in a very long time, Scar noticed her mother still felt something. Alexander Shaw cleared his throat uneasily, doing his best not to show he was affected by the theee pair of baby blues and grey eyes. “Scarlett is twenty and it is time I started forming strong alliances. The Lauchair clan is getting bolder everyday, coming into our land to steal and kill and rape,” her father said with pain in his eyes, “I need people to fight with us. I need to protect my people.” “The Mcshane clan would fight with us if we so wish. We do not need to marry Scar off for their alliance. "

From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began. So if the clan borders the dark forest world on one side, it borders the human world on the other. That’s where we get our technology and money and torture devices from. Monsters on both sides of you will. Worst of all, the werewolf council will never be able to find this place, never be able to put a stop to it. Lorez not only has his his clan, he has blackmail on every meme we of the council. No man is a good man. To be honest, no one is a good anything. I’ve learned not to trust. My father failed to protect me and everyone wants me dead. My wolf and I will only ever trust ourselves. Slinging my legs out of bed and turning the alarm off, I w

she was opening them and the smell of apple in the summer was hitting him hard. Damn it, he cursed under his breaths before he was informing his warriors to hold on as he will be coming their way. He was looking at the beautiful princess, his princess before he was changing the direction of his run before he was running toward the incident that has been reported to him. It has been a long time since there was an incident around the Shadow Pack community for they were protected by the UN and the government of Cyprus Island. He was running on his four paws before he was sniffing around for the scent of blood but his wolf would only focus on the scent of apple right now.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

And the hand-drawn pictures showed magnificent animals, sometimes poised on a rock in the moonlight, other times racing through woods. The first chapters of the book were devoted to the history of shifters and the explanation of the Slavic term for them, vlkodlak. Now why did that suddenly sound familiar to her? Of course! Her neighbor, Mike Volka. He'd said his ancestry was Slavic. Was that the reason for his interest in werewolves? She needed to get the book out again and get back into it. She replaced what she called her library clothes with sweats and a long-sleeved tee shirt, leaving off her bra, a treat she gave herself in the privacy of her own home. Then she fed Mischief, fixed herse