Novel & Cerita Smudge Warriors

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

The young girl looked at me and smiled maliciously, much to my dismay. Suddenly, a band of werewolves appeared from the woods by the other side of the road, with batons, knives and axes. As soon as they appeared, the young girl ran behind the eleven werewolves observing me. "The great and mighty Blade Ferguson, The Ripper, The Cannibal, The Dead man on loose..." Rising up from the dirt, I let out a chuckle to conceal my nervousness and the pain from the accident. "...I know all my names," I said, cutting him off. "But I doubt you fellas are here to remind me of my popularity."

Even after spending a considerable amount of time within the fire, the spell enchanted on the sleeve rendered it indestructible. One of the soldiers was able to rip it off and throw it over to the side of the field that was not engulfed in flames. The other undead knights swarmed around the sleeve, scratching its fur. Their perseverance paid off soon after, and streams of violet and black smoke began to emerge from the sleeve. They stood their ground, while others were hit by tongues of smoke, which would seep into their armour and through their chests.

No, scratch that, one of the warriors who saw me shift saw glitter on my ass shining in the sunlight and I’ve never lived it down. I’m pretty sure I’ve punched every male warrior in our pack for calling me Glitter Buns and every damn one of them said it was worth it. Bastards. “Look, grumpy, just because your mate wasn’t here last night, doesn’t mean he won’t arrive today,” Meadow says much too cheerfully.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Ardina smiled lightly and whispered, "Let's help him." Mars felt a much larger figure behind him to stare out of the corner of his eye at that angry demon just like him. “One,” his Mate shouted with a calm smile, as Mars breathed, preparing himself well. “ Two, three, let’s smash them.” She screamed at the top of her voice, encouraging them to quickly run towards them Followed by Mars, who felt as if he was burning with his nervousness and hatred, this feeling is hateful

I shouted. My warriors, dozen of them, cloaked in gray and black, materialized through the smoke, some shifting into their wolf forms, others welding weapons. They didn’t hesitate. We fell into formation like we’d done a hundred times before. It wasn’t the way rogues fought. It was honed and disciplined like pack strategy. Somewhere behind me, I heard an Alpha curse under his breath. The enemy came in waves and at some point, I lost count of how many I cut down. Every movement flowed like something ancient waking inside me.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

As we continue to secure each floor, the ratio of warriors to civilian pack members lessen, meaning we had almost taken the building, almost taken the pack. All that was left was the Alpha floor, the pent house suite. Smoke cannisters filled with wolfsbane are used to eliminate any threat on this level. We were told to wait back, for the smoke to settle…the warriors having masks to push forward through the smoke. This is where the Alpha Marc would be housed, would be hiding. The warriors move in first, working as a unified unit even though they are from mixed packs and do not share a collective pack bond. Alora has done well to train the Amber Desert Warriors to work alongside our fighters.

,I day as her cries hurt but once they fade to nothing we head outside to fight. I'm not letting some dirty motherfuckers hurt my mate and I will die protecting this pack. We walk out to rogues and the smell Is what hits you first. Horrible rot or smell of decay hot your nose and brings forth a gag. They stand dirty and unclean, a feral look in their eyes as they watch you move. I got thousands of warriors and more back up but my pack keeps coming to fight whatever this shit is and Liam's pack joins and the front we pull off makes the rogues nervous. AZ we stand there one rogue moves to the front looking us over with a smug look that yells trouble.