Snowfur Warriors Novels & Stories

As soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, my eyes immediately fell on white boxes tied with a blue silk ribbon. Pulling them out to the middle of the room, she chose the largest one, pulled the ribbon with trepidation, removed the lid, and there! ... I stood motionless and looked inside, then carefully pulled out and unfolded - a fur coat! Frozen, she held her outstretched arms, examining her from all sides. I recognized the fur right away - a polar fox.

The warriors stared. The sun was just starting to set and the light caught the fur of our wolves. Being precious metal wolves, our fur is different than normal wolves. It’s soft, like cotton, but looks like it’s a running river of the metal whenever we move or the wind catches it. Combine that with the lighting of a sunset and we looked like our wolves were on fire; mine golden and his orangey bronze. One by one each of the warriors showed their neck to us in submission. I bowed my head acknowledging the gesture. Scout stood proud behind us.

I was a cheerleader for Ember Pack College Hockey Team, and it was easily the best thing about going to the pack college. Last full moon was when I shifted but in the pack I was born, Crimson wolves are banned because of some myths heads ago about how some Crimson wolf betrayed the pack. For my sake, Dad has to move since mum's dead. It where are Ember Pack that he mer Aunt Kathy, who became my stepmother and her grown up son, My stepbrother.

’ She screamed at them locking her thighs together, ‘How can you do this? I’m the Luna of the Snow Wolf Pack, if you do this you will start another war.’ The Lions stopped and looked at each other panting desire pumping through their bodies, ‘Sorry little wolf but they’ll never find you again, once we make you our sex slave we’ll keep you in a cage and use you whenever we want to.’ Leo leered hungrily yanking open her legs and holding them open for his brother, ‘Shut her up brother, break her in for us to play with.’

The clang of steel against steel rang out as the battle began. Zoe lunged forward, her wolf surging to the surface as she shifted mid-stride. Nila’s white fur gleamed in the ethereal light as she leapt at one of the fae warriors who had descended to the floor. Her claws tore through the warrior’s shimmering armor, the sound of ripping fabric and flesh sending a grim satisfaction through her. The fae let out a shrill cry, collapsing as Zoe whirled to face the next threat.

“Well, I got to live another day in this fucked earth. Thanks for that by the way.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled big at her. She shook her head and slipped out of the door. I tried to adjust my lying position so I was on my side but every part of my body ached. I glanced down at my body. I was still in my stained clothes. I felt bad about the dirt getting on the bedcovers, but I didn’t do it intentionally. The Wolf Slayer. He saved me from the warrior. Why? I’ve heard he treated woman badly. He has lovers but they were all scared of him. It wasn’t because I was his mate. That definitely didn’t mean much to men like him. I wasn’t understanding any of it.

Fur sprouted from my skin, enveloping me in a cloak of ethereal white. Once fully transformed, I stood tall and proud as a majestic creature of the night. My fur, glistening in the moonlight, bore the color of freshly fallen snow. It was as if a piece of winter's enchantment had woven itself into my very being. Each strand of fur shimmered with an otherworldly glow, casting a pale radiance in the darkness.

This picks up on a snow-covered battlefield at the border river, where Aurora leads the Ashford warriors in silver-furred fury to crush Kael's forces and secure her place beside Rowan. The first snow of winter didn't feel cold. It felt like a warning. Soft white flakes drifted out of a bruised grey sky, dusting the jagged rocks and bare trees along the border river. Within minutes, the ground looked clean and innocent. Pure. What a complete lie. Below the ridge, the quiet didn't last. A collective roar rose from the frozen bank as hundreds of heavy paws pounded into the mud. Fur clashed against fur. Teeth snapped. The river water turned murky and dark, and the pristine blanket of white quick

When our palms met, the fierce, unshakeable resonance of our mate bond surged between us, steadying my racing pulse. We turned and walked out of the tent into the freezing morning. The strike force had already gathered in the central clearing. Sixty-eight warriors stood in silent formation, their breath rising in synchronized, pale plumes against the iron sky. Jarek’s Frostpeak warriors formed the northern vanguard, their white bear pelts making them look like ghosts against the dusting of fresh snow. Reka’s Shadowfang archers stood to the flank, quivers bristling with black-fletched broadhead arrows. Kael and Marcus stood at the center, leading twenty of our heaviest melee fighters.

The wolf with black fur started walking towards Lyca, exposing its fangs and glaring at her with fierce crimson eyes. Lyca's last hope gradually faded "— Please, please... I won't die until I've avenged my father and mother... I also can't leave the entire kingdom in the hands of a wicked witch..." She is aware that the animal in front of her did not comprehend what she was saying. Nonetheless, Lyca desired to release the contents of her heart.