Snowkit Warriors Novels & Stories

I almost feel like I could fall back to sleep, but I want to spend time with my mate today. “Tell me about your pack,” she says. I turn and look at her because I can. She really is exquisitely beautiful. She glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. “Your pack?” “Sorry, I got lost in your beauty for a moment,” I tell her honestly. I pull my eyes away from her and look at the road in front of us so I can concentrate. “My pack is set in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. I have just over two hundred pack members. The pack is set on the secluded side of a huge lake that partially freezes over in the winter and reflects the forest and the sky like a mirror in the summer.”

She paused, letting her words carry across the silent clearing where every guest, every warrior, every person present was listening to what might be their final conversation. "We're pack animals. We're strongest when we're protecting each other." As if her words were a signal, movement erupted from multiple positions around the clearing. Pack warriors who had been moving into flanking positions during the conversation emerged from concealment, their weapons trained on the sniper's nest. Allied Alphas and their security details added their own firepower to the tactical situation. Most importantly, James McKenzie appeared on the ridge behind the sniper's position, his military training allowin

I stood looking at the twenty wolves that were in my squad. Most were pack members since Dominic thought that would be best but I had two that were not in Pale crest pack. It was of course Alpha Blaine and Alpha Avery who insisted I take two of their better warriors. I didn't understand at first, but when Dominic explained they were just worried about me and wanted to make sure I would be able to get to Elstan I understoodazx hvff. There was only two girls on my squad which I thought was a bit sexist but I didn't argue with Dominic. I knew he just wanted to make sure I would be safe since none of us knew what would happen tomorrow.

In a circular mountain area in the north of Baiman Mountain, there was a hunter tribe called the In-snow Tribe. The tribe was a small one. For a long time, it had been an unknown small force with a population of only a hundred. It had stayed quiet during its people living there for generations. Until three or four years ago, a young hunter with extraordinary perseverance who came from this tribe joined the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. It made the tribe famous and brought it unparalleled influence in the whole Snow Province. Everyone knew the name Mad Saber, and the reputation of the In-snow Tribe was widely spread.

Arth said as he observed the men in the training field. “The Snowsong Alliance is originally composed of four sectors,” Edric began, then he jerked his head towards the men circling the fire from afar, “those warriors we passed by earlier belonged to the Mountain Fangs. They’re Viking warriors who lived in the far northern mountains of Glacia. A great friend to your father. They owe the late king for helping them reclaim their lands from the foreign settlers during his early reign.” “So I guess Ruby’s one of them?” “Ruby’s their representative as their chieftain’s daughter,” Edric sighed, “Sadly, they came with us to the Underworld with over thirty in numbers … but now cut down to twelve.”

Everyone roared with laughter, Dakari mumbled. "Sorry," I said sarcastically. Dakari rolled his eyes and went to clean up the mess. With my hand in his, Diesel showed me around everywhere. I found out what warriors were. Wolves of all sizes and colors fought in a huge field. The growling and snapping was almost too loud. He showed me the nursery. Tiny pups being watched over by sweet women. The children would frequently phaze from kid to pup and back again. I watched a girl with yellow blonde curls leap into a sandy yellow pup in mere seconds in front of my eyes. The pup tackled another girl with short brown hair. The second girl shifted to attack back. Her small pup was brown with white spo

“You can have that, hun. You just have to let go of whatever it is you’re holding onto as an excuse as to why you can’t.” “It’s not that easy...” “He can’t hurt you.” Cheyenne looked at Nadia for a while before looking right back at the road to find that she wasn’t in her lane and swerved back into it. “What?” “Skylar for sure won’t let anyone hurt you but neither will the rest of us. You’re a part of the pack now. We protect our own.” “By killing the threat.” “Yes. You don’t understand it all yet and we aren’t upset with you not understanding but you can’t go asking our pack warrior to not kill someone. It goes against our nature, especially if the target is a threat.”

Their hearts swelled with determination as they gazed up at their Alpha, hoping to convey a sense of pride and unwavering commitment to the pack. They longed for Killan to recognize their fierce devotion to safeguarding their Luna, a duty they took with utmost seriousness. As the warriors of Killan's Pack launched their assault, their weapons found their mark with deadly precision, piercing the necks of the rogue adversaries. Their nails left deep, jagged wounds on the bodies of the rogues, a brutal reminder of the violence that had transpired.

The forest loomed ahead, its dark silhouettes blurred by the blizzard. At my sides, the pack moved in perfect formation. GrayCrest wolves formed the vanguard, their steps steady and deliberate. To our left and right, allied forces spread out, forming a crescent that stretched into the treeline. Despite the storm, every movement was precise, every warrior holding their position with discipline.

I was getting hopeful that we were on the right track to getting my memories back. The feeling continued as I walked through the halls and the chill of the rink washed over me. A few memories came back to me, but they were small snippets, too small to piece together. I looked through the windows of the doors to the rink and spotted a figure in a black hoodie and black sweatpants gliding along the ice. I watched as he slapped a few shots into the net with the utmost anger, shards of ice could be seen flying as his stick scraped the ground.