Snowtuft Warriors Novels & Stories

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.

We pushed down the access road toward a supply staging area, looking for available vehicles. "Ambush! Down!" I shouted. Bullets fired through the snow around us. Vance and the team instantly dove behind a rock, returning fire. I ducked behind a fallen trunk, my eyes searching through the haze. I spotted eight armed warriors moving down the hill. Every single one of them wore gear bearing the Red Leaf crest on their sleeves. An explosive wave of rage exploded within me. I was done hiding and playing defense. My body shifted in a second, my bones cracked and expanded, my muscles surged and my claws elongated. I charged directly into the gunfire.

Every second we waste on this mountain is another second Mercer's dreadnought has to bombard our recovering citadel and slaughter the vulnerable elders and pups we left behind in the sanctuary vaults. Our winter wolves sense the frantic urgency pulsing through our grips on their reins, their powerful muscles coiling tightly beneath thick fur as they pick up on our surging adrenaline. With a sharp, synchronized whistle from Shane, the entire vanguard wheels around in a tight, disciplined arc, their heavy paws kicking up a blizzard of white snow and dark volcanic dust. We plunge headfirst down the winding switchbacks of the Frostpeak Highlands, abandoning the treacherous ravines and the silent

They had spent the afternoon marching straight up to the fated summit, their hands tightly locked together until the very moment the shadows began to close around the mountain. “They’re here,” Astrid’s inner wolf growled within her mind, its posture rigid, its gold eyes flaring to life beneath her skin. From the dense pine forests of the northern slope, a synchronized chorus of deep, terrifying howls shattered the silence. Emerging from the snow drifts like a wall of ash and muscle were the warriors of the Silvertooth Pack. Hundreds of wolves, their amber eyes glowing in the eclipse's crimson shadow, formed a massive semicircle around the northern edge of the platform. At their head stood Ma

As the warriors sparred: their armor glowed with a beautiful: violet gold light: creating localized heat zones that resisted the mountain’s own evening chill. Leo moved with a heavy: grinding grace: his charcoal grey fur rippling as he demonstrated how to use the thermal energy to shatter the brittle: ice based structures of the Frost Wraiths. Beside him: Toby was a silver needle: his kinetic speed so high that the air around him ignited in small: controlled sunbursts. They were no longer just the boys I had raised in the Fringe; they were the generals of a new world: and the pride in my chest was so sharp it was almost painful.

she exclaimed, relief and astonishment in her voice. Ethan’s eyes softened for a moment but stayed vigilant. "You arrived just in time." Kimberly’s voice was calm, sharp. "I know you’re capable, but I couldn’t let this go unnoticed. Snow Valley is next." Behind her, the forest erupted as more allies arrived. Wolves from Silver Claw, Moon Valley, and the Vampire Kingdom surged into the fray. Aiden, Delilah, Caleb, Nathan, Stella, Mark, and Stacey—all had recognized Snow Valley as the next target after their respective battles. Their combined presence turned the tide instantly.

She stumbled blindly through the snow, her thin-soled shoes offering no protection against the frozen earth. Ahead of her stood a massive, heavily armored transport wagon, meant for carrying supplies and weapons, not a bride. Two hulking Midnight Pack warriors stood by the rear doors, their arms crossed over their broad, fur-lined chests. They watched her approach with cold, unblinking eyes, their nostrils flaring as they caught the synthetic, cloying scent of honey and berries that drifted from her clothes. "Get in," one of the warriors grunted, gesturing roughly toward the high ledge of the wagon. He didn't offer a hand to help her up.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

The second I step into the changing room, I rip off my helmet and throw it onto the bench with a loud thud. “Don’t,” Quinn says quickly, stepping between me and the rest of the room. “If you go throwing punches now, it gets you disqualified. We’re not in the game anymore. If you start swinging now, it fucks up your chances of playing next week.” Is he serious right now? “They fucking planned it!” I snap. “That wasn’t a random check. That was an ambush. The whole team knew. They waited and then went after him. That wasn’t just hockey. That was personal.”

“Let’s not keep them waiting.” We’d left our weapons at the forest edge as a gesture of good faith that left me feeling uncomfortably exposed. The two warriors we’d brought stayed back, far enough to not seem threatening, close enough to respond if things went wrong. As we approached the settlement’s entrance, an elderly woman emerged from the largest building. She was small, bent with age, but her eyes were sharp and assessing as they swept over us. “Alpha Alexander,” she said, her voice carrying despite its softness. “The Wolf Slayer himself came to visit us. Should I be honored or terrified?”