Smudge Warriors Novels & Stories

The warriors are salivating and one is on his knees, begging for a piece of brisket, while the omegas are waving spatulas in the warriors faces, trying to fend them off. I can’t help the full belly laugh that escapes me at the sight. The omegas are being fierce and the warriors are looking sad. “Are these the mighty Blackstone warriors trying to eat the food for the Luna Ceremony?” Even Austin is laughing. “My omegas look more like warriors at the moment.” David, one of the warriors who helped build the smokers, stood up, “Come on Luna! I’m wasting away to nothing. Can’t we get a sample? We helped you build the smokers after all.”

They gave in on our torture just in a day and started talking. When we reached the location after a day long run, 20 rouges were waiting for us. We had walked straight into it. We were easily outnumbered. But then again it's not easy to take down warriors of Pearl moon pack. We killed them all, but the last one took out the dagger and slashed me with it deep, right above my heart. He again lifted his hand to stab my heart but his hands were ribbed off by my man.

Every time a Sun warrior lunged, my husband or my son would meet them with a kinetic strike that used the weight of their crystallized skeletons to shatter the thermal momentum. I watched the dance of silver and gold light from my triage unit, my heart swelling with a fierce and maternal pride. They were not just fighting for passage; they were showing the Sun Pack that the Silver Moon had not grown soft in its peace. After twenty minutes of bruising and heavy exertion, the Sun warriors backed away, bowing their heads to the Alpha and his heir. "The stone is heavy," one of the warriors admitted, wiping a bead of liquid amber from a cut on his brow. "You have earned the right to see the Capit

They crashed down, hitting their backs on the dust. And just when the blades were about to go down, the slave warriors raised their shield, blocking the blades from reaching their heads. They rolled quickly to the side and jumped up. Then, Determined to take over, the Red Teeth warriors dropped their war equipment and started using their fists. Heavy dust filled the whole stage as they bounced and rolled over each other, wounding and breaking the enemies' bones while they cried in pain. Before I knew it, the RED TEETH PACK warriors had already slammed all their opponents down, with their swords lying directly across their necks.

Bo had no choice but to fight with them, three against half a hundred men. While the three of them looked tiny ants in the swarm of locusts, Purple Smoke was also doing her own business. She was confident that none of them could escape alive from her elite men, mainly composed of skilled, rouge barbarians, bandits, murderers, and those who committed filthy deeds.

“Does that… mean something to you?” He hesitated. “There’s an old rumor. The Flame-Born Wolves—they were a faction of fire-aligned warriors. Charred red fur, claws like obsidian, rumored to be banished by the Moon Goddess herself for breaking the sacred bonds of the Seers. They worked with dark spellbinders. Rogue Alphas. They're said to be extinct.” “Apparently, they’re not.” He stood slowly, helping me to my feet. “Come on. Let’s see what else this Grove is hiding.”

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

“We are holding a tournament. This is not the usual tournament that we hold, because in this tournament only the top three remaining warriors win. The top three warriors will be part of the Alpha’s warriors. The best of the best. Their sole responsibility is to our new Alpha, Mikey. As for benefits, you already know what are the benefits of an Alpha warrior.” One of the warriors raised his hand, “What will happen to those who didn’t survive?” “They will be removed from the tournament,” Uncle Drake said, “We do not kill our own, but those that do not make the cut each week will be removed from the tournament and will have to stay home. Or help out in the pack house chores.” “Are female she wo

The sky above MoonClaw Pack looked like someone had spilled blue ink and glitter all over it. Lanterns hung everywhere, bobbing in the breeze, tossing light across the birch trees and making the courtyard look—honestly?—like a scene straight out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales had barbecue smoke and a bunch of sweaty werewolves. They were celebrating the warriors coming back from taking down some rogues. Everyone was laughing, someone was absolutely murdering the drums, and the air? Forget about breathing, it was just wall-to-wall roasted meat and herbs.

Around them, the smell of blood and the screaming started to rise as the song of the generations that had defended that land resounded in the air. The extensively trained pack Deltas, also known as the Silvercrest warriors, were infamous for their ability on the battlefield. They began to violently barrel through their enemy’s lines. Those with their claws and fangs who were now out,were already swiping at enemies left and right. The fierce howling could be heard from miles away...