Snowtuft Warriors Novels & Stories

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

He raised the gleaming blade toward the sky, his dominant Alpha King aura exploding out from his body like a shockwave of raw, terrifying power. "Northern Vanguard!" Ethan’s voice boomed across the entire ridge, a sound like cracking thunder that caused the mercenary forces below to freeze in terror, their heads snapping toward the hills. "No mercy for traitors! Tear down their lines!" "FOR THE SUPREME KING!" Chieftain Gunnar howled, blowing his war horn one final time. With a sound like an avalanche crashing down a cliffside, the three thousand northern wolf riders and the royal elite guards surged down the grassy slope, descending upon the unsuspecting mercenary army like an unstoppable wa

I worked part-time as a training warrior for the newly shifted wolves back in Nightshade Valley territory. I had nearly finished college with only a few assignments to go which meant I could move within the next month or so. My friend Tina lived next door to me, she would often share my room, hanging out with Luara and me. I had met her the first day I arrived, she was born into the Nightshade Valley Pack and recently moved into the pack house which is where she showed me around, showing me my room, which sat beside hers. She had been my rock when I first moved there, she helped look after Luara for me while I was working and would keep me company when I couldn't go out to do the normal thin

"Don't be dumb! Ms. Summers is an orphan. Mr. Grayson is way out of her league! The Graysons run the biggest mafia organization in the country, and every marriage must of course only be political!" "Samara Horton comes from a family of financial tycoons from Waltz Street. If she marries into the Grayson family, the company will be brought to a whole new level altogether!" I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest. I did my best to lift my head high and pretend that these gossips didn't get to me. Still, I couldn't stop the tears from gathering in my eyes. Although I'd never been formally introduced as Vernon's girlfriend, I still naively used to think that I was his one and only.

After a long day we cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fire. The next few days we spent online shopping choosing Christas gifts for his family members. I took all the guidance I could from Nick as I didn’t know some of them and others, I didn’t know that well. One by one as they arrived, I wrapped them up and put them all under the tree. It made it very easy to hide Nick’s present in with them. I had ordered him a crystal decanter and matching glasses with a bottle of his favourite scotch whiskey. I also ordered him some small silly little gifts; one was an infinity symbol with our names engraved and in the middle was the date we met. I came home one day to get more gifts that had arrive

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

They stood in front of the lair, in front of which there were four guards in the form of huge wolves He said that this hideout is not in their flock but next to it, so it is not difficult to sneak in here They did not enter the herd basically, they came from a shortcut " I'll repeat..don't make them ring the alarm..Lee and Louie on the right side, Harry and Liam together, Jeff and Nickel, Michael and Jack and me alone OK?" He distributed them to nod firmly. He turned to the worried Ardena, smiling reassuringly at her, "Retreat and stay with the rest of your flock, and you turn immediately." Indeed, everyone turned, including Zayn , who also threw his clothes on his red-haired companion, even

The warriors remained in Wolf form. "If you want, Forest, I challenge you to a one-on-one fight here and now. Let us spare lives and not require anyone to die for our ambitions. Accept the challenge and fight me," I said; and Fredrick was silent, then he looked around him. I recognised the Alphas that were with him; all eight of them were from Snow. They were more than that initially, but some of them had been killed in the struggle. A price to pay for following a leader blindly and not questioning his decisions. Too bad for them. "We will fight you until…." Fredrick began, and Miles cut in.

He wouldn’t have handled it well. Me- Too soon. “Spencer is at the strip waiting for us,” TJ tells me. “I’m killing them too. They were my parents and they took my niece.” “Thank you,” I say as we shift and run back to the airstrip. Boarded on the plane Chad, TJ, and Spencer are talking, gathering forces. “I have 500 rogues ready to attack,” TJ tells them. “I have 550 warriors ready to attack as well. Easton only has 600 warriors or so, we can wipe out the pack,” Chad tells us.