Smudge Warriors Novels & Stories

Over the next week, Asta turned Liv into a personal project. She drew Liv into their daily lives and soon she felt like she had known them all her life. She especially enjoyed being drawn into the circle of women that made up the pack. Liv was impressed with all of them. They all had strong opinions and all seemed to have some sort of battle experience – shield maidens, Asta had called them. They continued the practice with their weapons even though it had been hundreds of years since they'd had to participate in a real battle. They dissolved in peals of laughter watching Liv try to master the ax and bow, but Liv didn't mind.

One year later. The Royal Capital of the North. I stand in the grand assembly hall. Below me sit **Alphas** and Head Healers from every corner of the world. Their eyes are fixed on me, wide with awe. "This is the new formula I’ve developed," I say, lifting a crystal vial. "Silver-Bane Purifier. It completely eradicates silver toxins from a werewolf’s system, even the deepest, oldest traces." The room erupts. "Is it true?"

Ubuntu scoffed. "Wait, wait, wait. I never knew that y'all were this much." He screeched, letting out a crooked, unapologetic grin. He waded his eyes around the Mountain Dew pack, and he spotted the somewhat large number of warriors, then he asked, "Are you a group of rogues, or what? Cause I didn't know you guys existed until now."

he shouted at the warriors. His words sent a fury through me and before I could even react, Smoke took control with pure rage. I shifted into my massive white wolf form, a beast that could strike terror into the bravest hearts. The ground trembled as the warrior and Smoke landed with a snarl that echoed through the field.

Smirking, I gave each of them a meaningful smirk as I taunted, “A good warrior questions only what matters on the battlefield and not whispers in the wind like some gossip-addicted teenagers.” Triggered, they stood up, one asking, “What do you mean by that?” I took a bite from the barbeque stick and shook my head, thinking, “As a warrior, shouldn’t they be smarter than this?” I wanted to taunt them further, but I knew better than to act the role Glenda wanted me to be in. One of the warriors in the other group stood up and joined us. He was buff and had tattoos on his arm. He looked straight into me without hesitation or fear, his arrogance vividly reeking on his face.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

In the past, Matt had always included me if Ian was occupied. They were quite the sight, the Seasmoke gang. All three men were average at just under six feet, well-built with lean muscle and sharp facial features. Attractive all around. The women, like the guys, were different in skin tone and hair, but both had that willowy body type I would've killed to have and had at least a few inches to my elfish height.

“Warriors, although we will mourn two of our members today, you did a great job in keeping the pack safe. Their contributions will be highlighted on our honored warriors’ wall at the pack house.” The warriors bowed their heads slightly to acknowledge their Alpha’s words as they sported their cuts and bruises proudly. Rogues' bodies piled in the middle of a clearing to make it easier to burn them and clean up. The warriors had done that while their Alpha and commanding officers were deeply engaged in warfare.

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.