Snowtuft Warriors Novels & Stories

851 AD The first snow of the winter was building on the horizon, casting out its tendrils of freezing winds to clear the way. Harvest was well and truly over and the men had returned from their hunting trips to now help with the final touches in securing the Pack's dens for the winter. The season could be cruel here but the wolves had learnt how to fare against the harsh conditions without the aid of the human settlement some fifteen kilometres to the south. But that was because the Northern Star pack had something that other packs didn't; their Luna was a witch.

He merely sighed to himself. When they finally stopped to rest, it was three. Hayden’s party did not seem to fear the witching hour. Instead of going to bed, they set up a few tents and a camp fire and then sat around the crackling flames. Sprout performed a grandiose backflip off of Cory’s shoulder. He stood about a foot away from the camp fire ensuring that he was within sight of everyone present. Sprout seemed to be preparing himself to make a speech, dusting off the tiny riding suit that had been commissioned for him. Meanwhile, Hayden stared into space and Titan introduced Cory to the other six wolf warriors. They all went by nicknames that referenced their legacies instead of their gi

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

The bed is like a cocoon of warmth which I am thankful to have after spending many nights in the snow. *** We spend the next couple of days mingling with the twins' horde while preparing to leave. While the twins' horde is small it is made up of many powerful warriors. I lean back in my seat placing a thoughtful hand over my chin. A smirk stretches across my lips as I watch Soren stumble backward while James lets out a hardy laugh. "This wasn't quite the fight I was expecting since you are supposed to be a skilled warrior," James taunts Soren. A dark look passes over Soren's face his features turning rigid.

In a small town in Afghanistan, gunshots can be heard, the Taliban after receiving their new weapons a few months ago decided to put their superior weapons to the test in open combat with the Afghanistan government. “I don’t think I can do this,” Esin blurted out to the camera crew. “They’ll kill me if they find out I do this.” To punctuate her words, there was several more rapid bursts of gun fire causing her to flinch more. Her children, all three of them sat in a cot with her, the oldest of them, a girl of 13 years coughed severely, Esin quickly gave her water to drink. They were the picture of dejection.

Brock kicked the unconscious twins, sighing before he said, "Once the Toman Battlefield ends, it'll cause a lot of waves. No one knows what'll happen then." Brock and Kent were both above-average warriors that were more highly ranked. The two of them were from Star Continent and were from the same clan as Triton. This time, Triton had led a band of his fellow disciples into the Toman Battlefield. They had been given a benchmark. As long as they meet the lowest benchmark, they would be given a reward based. They would also be rewarded for every additional person they captured outside of the lowest requirement. The ones that did the best would also be rewarded even more, and they would also be

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

I will send a message to my friend. I typed a message to the warrior and he took a while to reply but he said he told them to make a run for Night shade pack hell will be on its way. We got ready and took off, Troy was going to feel the pull of the mate bond weighing him down as we get feather away from Night shade pack. We packed warriors that were light like a bow and arrow and gas bombs.

Third Person's POV Victor had long held a grudge against him, but over the past three years of attritional warfare, his team had suffered seventy percent casualties. They now relied on chewing ice grass roots to stanch bleeding, lacking even healing potions. Without the Western Tribes' aid, Frostbite and Darkclaw Towns would eventually fall. "Enough yapping!" Victor crushed the Frostwolf horn at his waist with his wolf claw. "Aim the crossbows at the one wielding the gilt blade—take out Alpha Lance, and his wolves will scramble like headless direwolves!"

The Ascents of Mount Shadow The freezing mountain wind howled like a pack of furious ghosts as we climbed the steep, icy path of Mount Shadow. Snow fell in heavy, blinding sheets, cutting visibility down to just a few feet in front of us. Our strike team consisted of twelve elite warriors: Brandon, Julian, myself, and nine of the strongest Crestwood royal war wolves. We moved in a tight tactical formation. Brandon led the front, his glowing golden wolf eyes cutting through the dark storm. Julian walked directly beside me, his large body positioned on the windward side to block the freezing gusts from hitting me.