Sparkpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Evy, as Lucas had started to fondly call him, loved his sketchbook and colours with all his heart and soul, the only time Lucas had ever seen him cry hysterically, was when he had accidently spilled water on the book with his sipper, and all his colourful scribbles had become distorted and blurry. It was that day Lucas realized, that he and little Evan had a lot in common and one of them was their love towards art. The raven-haired was nothing but immensely grateful for Evan’s presence in his life now, and someone who deserved a huge credit for making him realize that, was his best friend, Austin Lee, who had graduated from the same university, majoring in liberal arts and was currently work

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

The boys had many questions for Glen and Carol but most of them they were unable to answer, what Cassy had seen in her visions would not happen for several years and all they could do now was to continue to train and prepare as best they could for the chaos that the war that was inevitable would bring in their world and in their universe. ………………….. Spartia world 1.01 Spartia was the only world on the higher plane of existence, it was a world rich in spiritual energy and all those born here grew up in ideal conditions to become exceptional beings. Here, unlike in Astoria, warriors and mages of level 8 and 9 were quite common and even if mages of level 10 remained an exception, there were stil

Nas explained, holding up the beer like peace offerings. Spitfire hissed low from her nesting box, her eyes narrowing as she sized them both up. “Careful,” I warned, nodding toward her. “She’s running the show.” Dez snorted, leaning over to peek at the kittens. “You weren’t kidding, man. They’re like tiny landmines.” I sighed, resigning myself to the inevitable teasing as they made themselves comfortable. Spitfire’s glare only deepened. And somehow, I got the feeling she wasn’t done testing me yet.

Our panel consisted of myself, Alex, Alpha Wildbreed, Luna Michelle, Robert Carter, Mason Whitespear, Sylvester Beowulf, Gamma Beowulf, Beta Gilbert, Christian and Delta Whitespear. Our team needed to consist of people that could be trusted, and what determined that was what they were to gain or lose if Glover won. All of them had something very important to lose and nothing to gain if Glover won, so I was rest assured that their loyalty did not need questioning. I was about to head to town when a Kappa told me that Alpha Whiterose had sent an envoy with a message. I told him to go to Alex, but he said Alex was the one that said he should come to get me.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

"Hey! That's my toy!" I watch as the kid cries for her toy, being bullied by older kids. I stood up from the roof and walked away, I hate seeing such scenarios. I walked towards the Grymkin's forest, my clan's forest, this is where my clan moved after someone had spread a hideous rumor about us, which is true. Our clan controls fire. The kingdom has given us the title of "Grymkin's Protector" when in fact we can burn this forest down into ashes.

she chuckled. Rico walked away from her, his hands on his face. “What’s up?” She chuckled nervously, walking closer. “Uh, not much, just that you’ve made like my year, with this…” “Oh come on,” she blushed, “Now you sound just like Ryan. I just agreed to come work for you. What’s the big deal about that?” “You agreed to come work for me and that means we get to start working on what is definitely going to be the greatest tv show ever, The Spark,” he stated like it was a well-known fact.

It whimpered and hid. “How?… who?…. What?…. I kept stammering lost in confusion and deep nostalgic fear. That coin belongs to the Silver Willow Pack, the most traditional blood tasty pack in the northern hemisphere. They didn’t visit bars. They didn’t hire prostitutes. “I'm no longer here for a thrill,” he said, his voice no longer lustful, but cold and professional. He set me down on my feet though he kept one hand firmly on my throat, not squeezing, but reminding me who was in control.

He opens the door and Adrianna lunges at him while giggling and talking a million miles an hour about her souvenirs that her Aunt Lisa had gotten her. We head inside where Shane pulls me into him and walk straight over to where Austin and Candice are standing with an older couple. The man has a cut on, like the rest of the Warriors, but this one looks different. It's worn, a few holes in it, and on the bottom of the Nightmare Warriors lettering, it says Chesapeake Chapter. "Shane?" "Hmm?" He answers stopping with Adrianna still flung to his chest. She somehow managed to grab hold of one of the mini sandwiches from the platters of food.