Smudge Warriors Novels & Stories

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

he smiles. That’s one thing about these warriors. There’s no challenge between them, her are harmonious. Just like brothers and they are loyal. I like that because it’s a far cry from how Damian’s warriors acted.

“And here we have delta female Jodi, and her mate Hudson.” Jodi had ginger-blonde curls and freckles over pale skin. She smiled sweetly and waved. Hudson was massive—broad-shouldered, with a man bun, but cut sides, tattoos, and a serious face. He nodded once, solemn and silent. He gave off a broody and dangerous vibe. “Hm, so I’m sitting with the upper crust of wolf society…” I muttered. “Yes, you are,” Lucas said with a wink. “Don’t listen to him,” Kate disagreed. “We’re all equals here.”

"Are you expecting me to believe that I'm a half-witch? Do you know what my pack would do if they found out?" "I know they'd kill you," he said. "How would you even know?" I ask, my voice rising with anger. "Because I am one and there are several others in my pack are also witch-werewolf hybrids. You will receive your witch powers and then you will change into your werewolf." "Who are you?" "This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are."

“How is the Moon Crescent pack holding up?” “Badly. They lost most of their warriors and the damage we dealt to them was so severe that it might take them a whole year to recover their losses. But their pride wouldn't let them back down from a fight they can't win so their only option is to keep sending out warriors until all their resources has been depleted.” I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and stared into the depths of his indigo eyes and a creep smile was plastered one his lips.

They had the silver sprinkles with them and they must have been ordered to spray it on anyone that crossed the one sprayed to the ground. "You haven't answered my question." The dude said. "Are you blind or is your vision so dim? Can't you see the silver sprinkles? That can reduce a motherfucking strong wolf to an Omega in no time. If you're not learned, then shut the heck up." I said. "Aggressive alpha who's a coward," he said and scoffed as he went amongst his brothers so I wouldn't see his face. His brothers were his fellow warriors. That was what they regarded themselves as. I mean, the smiling ones.

he replies, taunting me, and still, his steel eyes hold my own, defying me to respond. My anger boils to the surface, a raging force ready to tear him down from the pedestal he placed himself. "Why don't you come and find out," I snap, holding his gaze. Ryan inhales sharply. Challenging an alpha is a serious matter; no one does it lightly. A fight between an alpha and a member is a battle for the title. The loser becomes a rogue- a werewolf with no pack, cast aside, unable to ever return to the pack's system. The rogue also bears the mark of the disgraced, a scratch made by the alpha's claws on the left side of the face.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.