Snowkit Warriors Novels & Stories

"I'll always come back." --- The scout team left at dawn. Caleb led them—five warriors, handpicked for their skill and endurance. Finn was among them, young but capable. Two others, veterans of the mountain wars. And a woman named Bryn, quiet and deadly, who knew the peaks better than anyone. They moved fast, traveling light, their goal to reach the mountain tribes' camps and return before the next full moon. Their breath misted in the cold air. Their boots crunched on the frozen snow.

“Great Warriors of the Moon Shadow Pack, we must prepare for an impending attack.” A murmur resonated throughout the room. “Quiet!” I held up my hands, and the room was suddenly silent. “As you may already know, a new Alpha is in town, and he brought his Pack with him. They’re an Arctic Wolf Pack. His name is Darius Snow, and he’s the Alpha of the Snow Warrior Pack.” I paused, taking a moment to let it sink in. “What does he want?” Simon, one of the warriors, asked from the side, his muscled arms folded across his broad chest.

Dark hair, and brown eyes that look rather sharp complete his look. “Kataleya, I want you to meet Savio da Silva, Alpha of the Poison Fang Pack in Colorado, USA. Your date. He’s a friend of-” “Let me guess… Leo’s.” Skyla says. “Yes. That’s correct.” Savio confirms before looking at me. “I’ll make sure no one hurts you tonight.” “And this is Dalton Crane, Alpha of the Jade River Pack from Nebraska, also courtesy of Leo,” Raihana says as a second man who is muscular but nowhere near as big as the first. He has brown hair and blue eyes, and he’s dressed in a navy suit.

Apart from the fact that my mate was mistreated, I love the Night Howlers pack. From the little, I've seen so far of it. Alpha Nate is a man of good standard and quality taste. I love the way his pack is structured and resources utilized. The Night Howlers pack's standard of living is top-notch considering the fact that it's not even among the first five largest packs in North America.

Kade Torrent felt the moment when the dormant mate bond awakened. He was training his warriors in the Cascade Mountains—coordinated combat sequences designed to maintain sharpness during peacetime—when the sensation hit him like a physical blow. A silver thread, suddenly vibrant. A presence he'd been cultivating for two years, suddenly alive in ways he hadn't anticipated. Raven's power was manifesting. He held up his hand, and his warriors immediately ceased their drills. Twenty trained fighters stopped mid-motion, understanding that their alpha had sensed something significant.

Furthermore, the warriors at the peak had a big difference in skill from one another. Those warriors had all initially minded their own business, and although they knew each other’s existence, they were not familiar with each other. However, a month ago, they suddenly got together to plan something, and Triton was one of them.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

“My parents came from a poor pack. A pack that was repressed by the council because we had nothing. Left to defend ourselves and riddled with the wolf plague. So yes. I stand beside you, Alpha Gabe. You have my loyalty and strength.” Grateful, I pat Nate on the shoulder, a gesture of approval and gratitude. “Lock down our loot while we are gone, Nate. I'm sending you with Killian to the Raven Knights Pack. Jamerson and I will head to the Crimson Pack.” We were splitting up into two teams of four and leaving a dozen or more men behind to watch the town in our absence and to keep production going. I wasn’t about to leave here without securing our homestead. Or Seffy.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”