Sorreltail Warriors Novels & Stories

“Yes please.” The man smiled and continued. “As you can see, the Black Tortoise represents the North, the Vermillion Bird represents the South, the Azure Dragon represents the East, the White Tiger represents the West. That man in the center, he’s known as the Yellow Emperor, and he holds them all together.” “That’s very interesting,” Jade said, her full attention focused on the image in front of her. It seems like she has finally found her topic. “Isn’t it? If you’d like to know more about it, there are a couple of books you can read,” the man continued.

he says in an impressed tone. I shrug, “I was excited to get started.” “I wish all my warriors were as excitable as you when it comes to training, many of them look at it as a chore,” he sighs. “In their defence, Alpha, no one enjoys getting up this early in the morning,” says Richard with a kind smile. I clear my throat causing him to roll his eyes, “Okay, so Sorrell here may be an exception, but she’s a unique specimen.” “I take it you two know each other,” says the Alpha, and for a split second, I swear I see his eyes glow. What was that about?

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

Ellie murmured looking out the window where we could see Marc, Alexa and Princeton who had been joined by their parents and siblings stood back with the pack laying in wait in care the SilverRed Pack members attacked. "Love does that to people" I said and she nodded "who are the people with Ray?" I added realizing that the leader of the group to be Ray, Jaime's mate "The two guys on each side are his soon to be beta and third in command, Malachi and Parker. Behind them are the head warriors, Theo, Hadrian, Blaine and Zachariah." She said as she pointed to each male, "And in the woods are the trackers, Melissa, Donavan, Sadie and Rome" she added pointing towards the woods behind the warriors

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

With precision, he began to share the security report, focusing on the able warriors within our pack. "Our pack consists of highly skilled and dedicated warriors, meticulously trained to defend and protect our kind. The statistics show a steady increase in our ranks, with a current count of 150 able warriors who have undergone extensive training and are equipped with advanced combat techniques. This includes 40 specialized fighters proficient in hand-to-hand combat, 30 expert marksmen with exceptional accuracy, and 20 agile and swift scouts who excel in reconnaissance missions."

I love this bunch of ragtags, highly trained ragtags at that, and that gave me the confidence to step up and fight. Tolina told everyone what she told me adding that the first wave would begin tomorrow morning. That gave us time to remove everyone that wouldn’t be involved that included the young, elderly and the sick. All warriors were already primed for the battle. I must admit, I was thoroughly impressed with how our warriors were trained and the warriors that joined us from the late Alpha’s Montrose and Walters packs that willingly joined our pack and were up for the challenge of war. Mama personally and quietly vetted all those acquired warriors to make sure that each and every one of t

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

“Remember your names.” The black collars shattered. The forgotten tombs erupted with blue light. Scene 126: Warriors of the Deep Names filled the chamber. Not spoken by one voice. Thousands. They rolled across the stone in a rising wave. Talren of Moon Reef. Sera Vale of the Eastern Current. Mako Ren. Liora Stormhand. Packs erased from banners returned through sound. Symbols appeared across the warriors’ armour. Silver shells. White fins. Crescent waves. Wolves crowned with coral.

I say, steady. Sorrel — their Alpha — studies me with a predator’s suspicion when we reach her village. Hard lines. Grief hollowing her bones but not bending her spine. She speaks of gates slit open in the dark, a nephew stolen from his bed. Her fear is a blade she keeps close. “We won’t walk into a trap,” she warns. “We walk with precision,” I answer. “Not blindness.” She nods once — a small gesture, but enough to bridge the space between strangers.