Snowtuft Warriors Novels & Stories

They saw a male sitting in the freezing snow, stripped to the waist, his flesh torn and bleeding, desperately cradling a ragged, exhausted female in his arms. But they also knew what that female had done. They had seen the blinding white light. They had seen the sky freeze. Beta Torin, the oldest and most stubborn warrior in the Northern Shadows, didn't say a word. He stepped back from the edge of the crater. He drove the heavy, double-bladed head of his massive axe directly into the permafrost. And then, the massive Beta dropped heavily to one knee, bowing his head in absolute, undeniable submission.

Tessa POV The frost crunched under my boots as I stepped into the clearing, golden morning light cascading over the gathered forces like a silent promise. Rows of warriors stood at the ready - Nightshade, Ashmoon, and other allies arrayed side by side, their breath misting in the dawn air. Shifting bodies, sharpened blades. Tension like a taut wire humming through every soul present.

I growl, my eyes flicking between the different screens crammed into the room attempting to count the number of men slowly starting to surround the pack's borders trying to taunt me. "Yes, Alpha," Trent says, turning his neck in precaution, as he continues explaining, "Until you became Alpha we were banned from this area and in the last few hours I uncovered a lot. I thought finding the Luna was of the utmost it priority." "Well, who the fuck are they then?" Andrew demands, as he leans in closer trying to determine any distinguishable features among the men in the videos. "The rogues?" "No," Trent says with the shake of his head, "it's the council's elite warriors."

Lightning tore across the snow, colliding with the darkness, the flash blinding, thunder splitting the air. The impact shook the earth, forcing warriors to brace themselves, Thorne bellowing commands as his wolves held the lines, Kael slipping between enemies, striking down those who dared to advance. Luca stood firm, rallying warriors, his sword a blur of steel as he cut down an attacker who lunged for a wounded packmate. Raven let Shadow surge to meet the darkness, clashing against The Wraith’s power, black flames tearing through the mist, pushing it back step by step.

All the warriors seem to push the females off and out of the way as they all get to their feet and surround Zachariah. Zachariah smiles and lets out a low whistle. The warriors that were waiting outside the door come walking in and the small room seems even smaller. The warriors all look at each other before one takes a slow step forward, bowing his head. The others soon follow suit. These warriors actually have a brain in their heads, knowing when to fight and when to surrender. Three of Zachariah warriors move to the front, standing just behind Zachariah. They have special gloves on their hands as they hold silver cuffs. The 9 warriors all whimper but don't resist as the three warriors ste

The grand war horns of the High Citadel echoed through the jagged peaks, their deep, bronze tones carrying for miles across the snow-capped valley. Beneath a crisp, golden morning sky, the unified vanguard began its march south. It was a sight the continent had not witnessed in a hundred years: thousands of armored Eastern wolf-warriors marching alongside Northern vanguard horsemen, their banners—the Silver Wolf entwined with the Starlight Crown—snapping proudly in the crisp mountain wind.

Fredrick looked so angry and furious. A very large man that has similar features to Dawson stepped forward and looked around. His eyes fell on me and he fixated his gaze. “Hello, Alpha Melissa. I'm Doyle, popularly known as Snow. I'm at your service.” He said with a slight bow. There's no way that the Alpha of the northern mountains is here. He is the only one known as Snow. “Thank you for joining the fight. We fight together for the survival of our kind.” I raised Dreca and the wind around me blew around me wildly.

He was the one who indirectly sent Adolphus away. The Alpha, who is a naturally insecure person, had begun to suspect Cole who was being too respectful to him. The Snow Pack is a pack of wolves who loved to isolate themselves from others as they lived in the mountainous regions of the artic. They are even said to be as cold as their climate with respect to the way they treated others outside of their clan.

After the warrior shouted, there was an uproar from the members of Rosewood, they all charged towards the centre where Anita was, by this time she and Nathan were already fighting with the warriors that were close by, the five that were on the trees shooting arrows at her, two of them were already down and now were fighting the rest. When the warrior shouted the other alpha’s that were there, and their warriors also charged to the centre.

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"