Skyclan Warriors Novels & Stories

Viktor POV So far my life has been 'Normal' as normal as it can be. I had a wonderful childhood, loving and caring parents, a bunch of amazing friends and one of the most respected title in my pack. I was head Warrior of Pearl moon pack. I always wanted to be a warrior, my dad was head Warrior too. I was trained by him at a very young age to fit in his shoes. What else can anyone ask for? But still, something was missing.

No… no, it had to be one of the other three clans. The Earth wolves, led by the last and only Lycan. He alone was too powerful for anyone to want to mess with, but with all his strength and skill, he and his warriors lived peacefully somewhere out there deep in the forest where no other alpha even knew of their location. They’d have absolutely no interest in our land, we may have crops and animals that have always thrived, and our territory was vast with hundreds of pack members all doing their part to keep our lands green, nourished and clean. Earth wolves were too rigid when it came to their privacy, too rigid to expose themselves and attack a pack that wouldn’t benefit them in any way. Th

he grunted a reply. “We are going to rally up some warriors from the clan and we are invading the wizards’ territory on full moon. No one comes to attack the great Alpha of the Autumn pack and goes scot free.” Calhoun boasted with pride while looking at Sara. She was the real reason for his plan to attack them. He wouldn’t bear to lose his daughter again.

Again, Kai goes around celebrating as his men cheered him up. She looked at me and I raised the number two as she nodded, she proceeded in changing her eye color and her hands were replaced with claws. "Why do you keep counting whenever she is injured?" Xylah asked. "We made a bargain, if she is to receive another injury, am ending the game and declaring Kai the winner," I answered. "Why don't you let her go through it to the end," Bryce asked. "Well she is my queen, in case you haven't forgotten," I reminded.

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

When they were in the Hestia Continent, they always felt like they were beneath the disciples of high-grade clans. After all, they had a lot of resources, and their talents and futures were promising as well. Most importantly, they had an incredibly powerful clan to back them up. The wandering warriors had no power or skill to go up against those disciples, but it was different here. The Whirling World had its restrictions, and the forces backing them could not enter the Whirling World. Even if their individual skills were incredibly strong, there were more wandering warriors and disciples of lower-grade clans. As long as they worked together, disciples of the high-grade clans stood no chanc

"We don't have absolute proof yet, Luna. The mercenary only knew the warlord by his title—the Scarred Alpha. He description matches Kaelen’s height and build, and he wears three heavy gold rings on his right hand. The rumor is that he’s spent the last five years absorbing the lawless clans of Oakhaven into a single military vanguard." "A vanguard?" I snarled, my Lycan aura flaring out in a violent wave of golden energy that caused the iron braziers in the corner to roar with higher flames. My broadsword, resting against the desk, rattled in its sheath. "With what army? The Iron Claw was wiped from the map."

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

"I know. It's time . . ." "Time for what!" Simon hissed as he rudely interrupted their conversation. "As much as I'd love to continue our chit-chat with you Authority Warrior, I'm afraid the time is running out. We shall retire for the night. But I believe we will still see each other very soon. The 11th of May, 2011, a month from now, the Black Wolf Clan will be back again to deliver the Phase 2. Until then, have a pleasant night, White Clan Warrior." Satyr said as one fey moved and started to switch on the engine of the boat. The other fey moved to press the button and closed the hood on the boat.

Skylar smiled at her. “Can’t say that we won’t find anything this time, Princess.” “Sky!” “You can’t heal the way a were does, okay? I can’t be worried about protecting you and me. If something happened to you, Princess. . .” He didn’t continue, letting the words hang in the air. Cheyenne sighed at her mate. “Fine. I’ll stay here. But when I go through the Alter, you better treat me like a were, Sky! I want to be a warrior for this pack.”