Sorreltail Warriors Novels & Stories

“Is there anyone else you could call in, anyone who might serve you in that way, for the sake of the spell. It doesn’t even have to be a zing to share power, just someone who can match your energy.” It’s hard for me to think of anyone other than Hawthorne right now, worried as I am about my mate, but a name does come to mind, one of a kind blonde with a generous smile who has been asking me for weeks to go on a date. “Sorrel Warren,” I suggest. “She’s from the Moon River City Coven and works with the healers as a trainee.” “Okay,” the older witch stands, dusting his hands. “I’ll see what we can do.”

A sound that once called warriors to defend the realm. Within minutes, hundreds poured in. Wolves of all sizes and ages, some still in dirt covered clothes from the farms, others fresh from the training grounds. Mothers with their pups, shopkeepers in aprons, elders with their walking staffs. The entire heart of Seralyn… standing, waiting. Tarin stood just behind me, her mate Tharix beside her. Auren flanked my left. Riven and Kael stood to my right, calm and silent, letting me take the center.

She even heard his voice. "I only want the medallion, human," Sorrel said. She flicked her wrist, and instantly, her metal hand turned into a shiny, triangular blade. I refuse to be to be thrown back into prison after they use me. It is nothing personal." She charged at Kat. "I hope you understand." Gulping, Kat staggered back. Her move was too sloppy, so she ended up falling onto the floor. Sorrel got on top of her, ready to stab, so Kat held up her hand and grabbed onto anything she could touch to try and stop her.

“Mamma, why doesn’t Miss Marion’s daughter wear a patch?” My eyes snap open, looking for the child whose voice was clear enough to be in this pool with me, but I’m still alone. That must have been from someone up on the hill. I slowly relax against the edge of the pool, deciding not to try that again for now, even though I’d like an answer to the same question. All the other Sun Warriors have matching patches of a bow and arrow against a sun sewn onto their jackets. Like the one Owen and I accidentally found in the secret tunnel.

Several names are listed as warriors with 20 new warriors announced, an impressive number of our 50 senior class members. "As for Elite Warriors" he says as the applause slows. Everyone is silent as he looks at the crowd. "As you all know, it is rare to have more than one, but we are very excited to announce we have three this year" everyone starts clapping as Serena moves to the stage, flicking her hair back with a sickening smile. "My daughter Serena" Aurora growls. "Isaac Kinly" Alpha continues as I roll my eyes. Isaac is a total tool and Serena's latest boy toy. Serena has no respect for the mate bond and has had several boyfriends, which she has no issue being all over in public. I had

even full-blown wars. As a Goldman, her family had been members of the Moondale Wanderers since the start. Since the day they had decided to disguise their pack identities as football teams to stay under the human's radar. Their closest allies were the Forestside Rangers—a pack living in a village 90 miles away. Around 50 miles in the opposite direction were the Wolfvalley Warriors... their biggest rivals. The Wolfvalley Warriors outnumbered them 3 to one, but despite their superior numbers, had lost badly during their last attack. Theon had destroyed them, tearing their greatest fighters to shreds. He was the only thing keeping them safe, and deep down, they had all known it all along.

Behind him, ten warriors stand like statues, their uniforms neat, their expressions unreadable. Beside him, Alpha Dorian Vex emerges, adjusting the cuffs of his black leather coat. Unlike Elias, Dorian carries an aura of cool confidence rather than brute force. His high cheekbones and sharp, calculating eyes make him appear almost regal. His jet black hair is slicked back, a single silver streak cutting through one side. He wears a fitted black combat suit with a silver wolf emblem stitched over his heart. His ten warriors follow him closely, their matching dark attire giving them a ghostly presence.

He couldn't believe she'd tracked down their good friend Calista. "Yes! I can't be mistaken, it was her! Marcus, she's alive! Calista is alive!" Hera exclaimed. "I'm sure I'll see her again because Duncan Mills isn't that big." Hera is certain she will see Calista again. Duncan Mills University is one of the first places she intends to visit after seeing the logo printed on the shirt of the man Calista was with. Marcus was overjoyed when Hera made her announcement. It simply means that their hard work has finally paid off and that when Calista returns, they will soon achieve peace in their tribe.

“Do you know who this belongs to?” Her eyes widened. She turned to someone behind me. I met her gaze and it was her lead Warrior, Dara, who stood outside. “Warriors have it here.” She replied. “Why?” Why did she look at Dara? That was heavily suspicious. “This horse tail is expensive and few. Can only be found at Black Hills.” She scoffed. “Oh please. Boots and Rivers market sell anything. And the ones in Black Hills’ could be a cheap copy.”

Even his emotions started to feel a bit twisted. The fact that he could not even stand up to a brat from a worthless third-grade world kept on echoing in his head. He could not accept it, but there was nothing he could do about that. The truth was right in front of him. Unless he was crazy enough to try to work with Jake to fight Fane, he would need to accept it. There were thousands upon thousands of warriors in Weinhord City's Three Deer Stage. Among those warriors, a third were from second-grade worlds while the rest were from third-grade worlds. They were all gathered there to witness the final results of the slaughter game.