Silverhawk Warriors Novels & Stories

Rex screamed, and blood instantly stained his chest. The burn of silver prevented the wound from healing. "Awooo—" Suddenly, howls erupted from all around as a hundred Silvermane warriors surrounded them. The "guards" behind me also revealed their sharp, silver claws. Our hidden elite warriors tore off their disguises, unleashed their wolves, and charged. "You..." Rex's wolf eyes widened in disbelief. "Surprised?" I sneered, pulling out the dagger. "The Silvermane Pack's wedding gift is the utter annihilation of you rogues!"

Opening the envelope and unfolding the handwritten letter he knew the author instantly, and his heart lurched in his manly chest. Dearest Father, I have not written to protest my innocence, nor ask for an end to my banishment for I know I am yet to be exonerated. However I have grave news to report. Having spent several weeks in Five Lakes central territory I write to urgently warn you that they are on a war footing. Since H was returned to White Forest, the sons of Alpha Jones have shed their playboy antics and implemented a brutally rigorous training program and now have dozens of highly trained specialist warriors. Their sole focus - to conquer the Silver City itself.

They were walking into a trap. She witnessed it as it unfolded. A section of the ground, a hidden trapdoor, opened under the feet of a band of Silverfang warriors. They fell into a pit of sharpened stakes, their cries a gut-wrenching sound. A storm of arrows fell upon the remaining warriors out of the gloom of the forest. The Blackrock Pack was not fighting an honorable war. They were fighting an assassin's war.

When Beth awoke in the morning, she had no hangover and had instead a newfound certainty that the two warriors from last night were exactly who they said they were. Thank the Moon Goddess. With some luck, maybe she could get them released so they could fight alongside her. Being Silver Nation warriors, even if they weren't strictly Heether pack, they would be far better trained than the half-hearted troops she had on hand. Better yet if they were from one of the close sister packs, whose trained warriors were almost as good as the Heether themselves.

Trees loom ahead, dark and welcoming. Then the baby fusses. It’s soft. Barely a sound. Too loud. Shouts explode to our right. Boots pound. A howl cuts the air, sharp and alerting. “Move!” Stevie hisses. We run. The formation breaks into a controlled rush for the woods. Shadows stretch, straining to keep up. Rhys snaps, “Lina—drop the shield on Sig, Hero, and me!” The shadows peel away from them in an instant. The three males pivot, snarling as they shift mid-stride, bodies exploding into fur and muscle. They slam into the oncoming Silver Fang warriors with bone-cracking force.

My shout echoed in the barren space. Rain held a finger to her lips and shushed me. “Don’t wake the others.” I hadn’t realized until then that there were several other nests like the one I had sprung out of. Each nest had two or three sets of breaths coming from them. “You also don’t want to attract the attention of anyone upstairs. Trust me. Apparently, there is some big prophecy that revolves around one of us, or so I gleaned from passing conversations that I listened in on. They say that the Silverwolf is the alpha of all alphas and that if they can mate her and control her, then there would be no one to stop them." She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across

He He regarded me with the interest. "Well, little moon," he said. His voice was low and unhurried, carrying easily across the ravine. "Your mate threw away something priceless." I stared at him. A man appeared at his shoulder. Shorter, leaner, with the expression of someone mentally composing a report he'd been asked to file too many times. "Four Silvercrest warriors," the man said, with the tone of professional accounting. "On Nightfall territory. With drawn weapons." He paused. "Alpha, I want it noted that I suggested we stay home tonight."

he added coldly, his voice filled with deadly intensity as his blue eyes gleamed dangerously beneath the early morning light. “No one threatens the Silvercrest pack and survives,” one warrior roared. “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” The warriors erupted into loud cheers, the sounds echoed through the entire pack grounds like thunder. Some jumped excitedly while others slammed their fists against each other’s chests in excitement. Going to war for the Silvercrest pack was almost considered a thing of pride because victory was something they were used to. Maverick smirked faintly before turning around and leading the way while Logan walked closely beside him and the warriors followed from behind.

Despite his intimidating build, he radiated friendliness. “Aria Silvermoon, I presume?” He extended his hand. “I’m Ryker Stone, Beta of Blackthorn Pack. Welcome.” I shook his hand, surprised by the genuine warmth. “Thank you. Though I’m not sure ‘welcome’ is the right word when your warriors detained me at the border.” Ryker laughed. “Fair point. They were just following protocol. Unknown wolf entering our territory, they had to bring you in. But you’re not in trouble.” He gestured for me to sit. “Actually, you’re probably the most anticipated guest we’ve ever had.”

Mike attacked him angrily when he heard his offensive words to their Alphas Ardina screamed as Mars fell to the ground and Mike climbed on top of him, while Nick the Gray Wolf approached her slowly so that her companion wouldn't feel about it. “ March, get him away quickly .” Zayn thought in a hurry when he found out about their plan, the first running him and the other taking it. Is that easy? The meaning wolf pushed Mike nervously and erupted He stood and snarled loudly and brutally over Nickel, which stiffened in fear Mike Alpha too, but Nickel Beta..the two are not stronger than their boss's son, but if they unite maybe they can? She embraced his clothes with fear, and once again bemoane