Sparkpelt Warriors Novels & Stories

Johnny was already drenched in sweat, but he couldn't find a single excuse. But then, right at that moment… "Everyone, look at this!" A woman wearing fashionable clothing dashed in with a phone pointed straight at me. "See that? This woman's a witch who brought my friend here to be cremated, without letting his mother see him one last time!" Ah, the woman of the hour was here. Lorraine actually had a large number of followers online because of the videos she posted of special effects makeup, so I wasn't surprised that she came here while streaming.

They waved and laughed as the other guys walked out. Carl was part of the elite squad of warriors that had been a long-standing tradition in our pack. That was until our father became Alpha. Suddenly, his need for power made him paranoid that there was an elite squad of warriors who together could take down an Alpha. So, he fired the warriors and terminated the entire elite program. Carl had already been taken off duty due to injuries, but his platoon ended up being retired as well. It included Jaxon, Waylin, Bernard, Paul, and Drake. They were the ones who I trained with, but they considered each other brothers.

"Clan Phoenix God's… temporary inclusion benefits.. We are offering a profit share of 10% to the party of 4, with one scout and one tank and an assassin, at least. The tank must be the Solar Plexus elite. Whereas 4% profit share to individual assassins. We will also temporarily sponsor weapons to every member. Only 9 spots available." "Holy hell… they are willing to sponsor us with weapons too..." "Haha… now that's what I call a real deal…" "Our party doesn't have a solar plexus elite tank… but we do have solar plexus Archer…what a shitty luck.." "Crap! This is the tie breaker… Any tank here who wants to party with me? I'm going for Phoenix God's." Soon another ringing voice created the ripp

“I'm glad, at least you're sharing your burden with me. You consider me a friend. I don't know exactly what's wrong with you, but I'm sure you'll always find a way out. You are our tough Celine.” Celine did not speak, other than trying to normalize her suddenly whiny self. Even though it was only because of the pudding, she felt so much sincerity. At the same time, after she found out what happened to her parents, her heart was a mess. It was a complete mess. “I have to be tough to win, Karen.” “Are you involved in the war?” Karen asked innocently. Celine slightly unraveled their embrace. trying to wipe away the remaining tears that were still falling and then laughed. “Yes, I'm going to war

Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara. "I have bought the whole team," she declared making Yara gasp loudly. "That Gora and his brown friend alone cannot win this game!" "Today I'll see the ashamed face of that Abraham fucking Chauhdry!" Yara was about to say something when her voice was cut short by deafening noise. "Abraham! Abraham!" There erupted loud yells of his name. Minahil looked to the front and her jaw clenched fiercely. Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers.

A warrior from the Golden Continent said, "Crap! This kid managed to turn things around. I actually thought that Nevada had a high chance of winning. After all, he comes from the White Phoenix Clan and is even a chosen disciple. Compared to a brat who came from somewhere no one knows about, he's so much higher in status. I can't believe this is the result. Did Nevada underestimate his opponent?" The moment that was said, the warriors from Hestia Continent were furious. They were being insulted at every end. Even when they had someone like Fane, they were still constantly mocked. They could no longer contain their anger when they heard what was said. Those people were going way too overboard.

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.

it was safe to say, Skye was seething, her once blue eyes started shifting to golden ones, a feature that had come from being a Legacy Wolves, one that appears when once’s emotions had run wildly. “We welcomed you into our home yet what did you do?! You insulted my sister and had run off that fucking mouth of yours regarding matters that do not concern yo-“ “Skye, that’s enou-“ “No, Zella. I have had enough of this! You were not the one at fault and I will keep my promise to you, the moment I found that bastard I will kill him, laws be damned.” She snarled out, eyes softening a little when she saw her twin flinch back at her harsh tone, yet a small movement at the corner of her eyes once mor

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

I faced the warriors, and I howled with a tinge of annoyance, "Mountain Dew Pack!" "The day we have been waiting for has come, the day to defend your pack has come. The day to defend your freedom has come." "If they attack us, the ones our traps cannot eliminate, your Spears will. The ones, your Spears cannot eliminate, your bows and arrows will. The ones your bows and arrows cannot eliminate, your wolves will. I want you to brace up, and show up for yourselves, for your, and for your pack." "Mountain Dew Pack Warriors. Assemble." I howled again, and the warriors howled in response.