Sorreltail Warriors Novels & Stories

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

“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.

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.

Immediately Aren left to the pack house to where the lack warriors where training. He picked the strongest among them , whise name are called Devan, Stou, Dave, Kachi, and lastly Mike . After relaying the information the alpha had given him to them, they gathered together and left for the healers house. Looking from the window in his office, Dwanye saw Aren and the other remaining warriors leaving. He went back to his desk , expecting a feedback from them. On getting to the healer house, Aren knocked on the door. Nobody answered.

My warriors do the same. We’re all wearing the same thing we always do for a run like this: loose linen war-kilts tied tight at the waist. One tug and they stay on through the shift, another tug and they drop like pants. Bare chests, bare feet, blades strapped across the back. Standard Redveil. Alpha Jerome is already waiting outside the main gate with thirty of his best. He’s older than I expected, but he stands straight. Lyra’s father Mike is on his left. Ronan and Silas stand a few steps behind.

It was just a small, small distance away… just a little bit and I can finally get out! But then… “Wait.” He… He pulled my tail. “K-kyaaaa---!” What was that?! I felt like my soul was being pulled away from my body! I immediately flailed and was able to get away from his grip. The moment I felt the cold floor on my feet, I immediately dropped down and squeezed myself on the corner. I still feel weird… my tail feels weird!

“Soul poison!” Serel was already moving. Two clear vials spilled the scent of pine and salt. He poured the liquid into the warrior’s mouth, his fingers pressing on the pulse point. “Hold on! Breathe!” The black film over the warriors’ eyes receded, their roars returning to the sound of a pack, not the screams of broken creatures. The second wave of enemies came from the east, launching shadow bars—charcoal threads that entangled legs and severed reflexes. “East side!” shouted the eastern border commander. “They’re pressing with traps!”

said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals. It wasn't much late when Hugo saw some curiosity arising in Athen's facial expression, "What's wrong" asked Hugo looking at Athen, "I wanted to know about the patch of yours and that scar on your arm" said Athen quietly as if he was struggling to decide whether to ask or not, Hugo laughed pointing at his eye patch he said "It's embarassing but I hurted myself, I tripped and hurted the left eye with my sword

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.