Smudge Warriors Novels & Stories

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

what revenge could possibly be worth destroying the lives of innocent people… its savage, ruthless! Everyone started loading their kit into the jeeps, each picking one to ride in. Heath insisted I rode in the first jeep that he would be driving along with Adeena, Mitch and his brother Warren who was also a warrior. Trey, Yen and Danny and another warrior had the jeep behind us and behind them was a long line of black jeeps that held brave and fierce Diamond moon warriors. As the first jeep in front, I couldn’t help but feel we were leading them on some sort of suicide mission... each of them leaving their world behind to fight for the Blue Moon. All I could do was hope the Blue Moon hadn’t d

I start running towards them and see Matt do the same, and we reach them in no time. “What happened?” Matt ask. “Black smoke and fog surrounded us. I tried to mind to mindlink, but it got blocked.” One of the warriors says. “What else happened? You said smoke and fog.” Matt asks trying to keep him on the right track of thought. “The smoke and fog was heavy. And then we were being thrown or pushed. And next thing we know, we hear him scream.” The other warrior says. “Put him on the ground,” I say, and they do. I instantly see it, and he has two bite marks. But he is also not one of my warriors, he belongs to one of the other packs.

I said smiling. I was glad that we had made such headway with the Rogue camp. They were one of many rogue groups that were too decent to be out there on their own. But for some reason or another Packs would not even allow the audience to even consider allowing them in. Many of them are farmers and fishermen. They were talented in the greenhouse and had made great progress in creating enough food to feed everyone within our borders and then some. The Blue Rose Pack was going to now reap the benefit of many of these strong men and women that were barred from joining any pack and now have found a way to support not only the Academy but the Coven, Fraction, and now the Blue Rose Pack. I was even

"Teri yeh adda ye behrukhi, Keh rahi hai humse aur pee, Ke sharaab peena seekha diya Mujhe.... Ek sharabi bana diya," (This apathy of yours is forcing me to drink more Has made me a drunkard That has taught me drinking wine) His bright smile wasn’t faltering. Whenever he would swerve his head to the beat, his blonde hair would set differently on his forehead. He got up from the ground and began circling the bonfire with Saad. Except Minahil and Zaviar, the whole crowd was chanting along with them. "Mast mast mast Sara jahaan mast Mast mast mast

Her brother filled us in on the brutality of the attack. We walk to the mass grave and stand with our heads bowed for several minutes. We aren't praying. We're contemplating revenge. The Warriors now have their Beasts under control, and the true hunt begins. If I get my wish, General Smythe will be leading them. I owe him a set of teeth around his throat.

(Qekin Rivgog) Both of them were sharing their thoughts on what would be their next interest. For Lobelia Mudswan, she is born of the Mudswan Tribe, a historical, long linage and well known tribe of grand master craftsmen and craftswomen, which lives circle on the interest of mastering the arts of crafting. And for her, seeing the unique designed of Aeternum body armor has greatly inspired her and sparks her passion and interest on Aeternum armor. Despite Qekin remarks, Lobelia still have her eyes glued on the tactical vest, as if she was entrance by it.

I wrote furiously. I needed to get the information out as soon as possible. The Warriors needed the information. "Rogues are behind Trail Maps! There were 10 or more on the trail. Selling girls to guy named STAN Stan didn't want to come for one girl without a wolf Bosses = Jerk and Twit - I can identify them! Others are Messenger (kicked him - he hit me with shoe), Dumb (slashed him deep), Dirty (bit his dick - slashed him) - I can identify them!!!"

“B-but, how?” Mei laughed, amused at the look of bewildered shock on Jade’s face. “It’s a special skill I’ve had since… since…” Mei’s smile vanished. She seemed to be hesitating about something. “Since?” Jade prodded. “Well, you see,” Mei continued. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the beast gods. Well, I’m actually one of the seven stars of a beast god.” “WHAT? I can’t believe it! Which holy beast?” Mei raised an eyebrow, “Bai Hu.”