Stonefur Warriors 소설 & 이야기

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.

Rhys shrugged in a way that communicated this was simply how things were and he had made his peace with it. “The east gate is fastest,” Forrest said. He was walking with us now, keeping pace, making the decision in real time about which side of this he was on and landing on the right one. “I will call ahead and have it open.” He paused. “For what it is worth, the seven Silvermark warriors who went to that boundary today are not network. I will vouch for them.” “I believe you,” I said. “Can they fight?” He looked at me. “Yes.”

Zachariah was there with 10 other warriors, conversing God knows what between each other. “Your highness.” They all greeted each other. He nodded at them again, scanning each and everyone of them one after the other. “You don’t need the pads. Change into something more comfortable.” He said to one of them. The warrior bowed before scurrying off, leaving Alston to continue scanning the rest of them. After making sure they could blend in with the human world, they await the last warrior while Zachariah pulls Alston to a corner. “You’re keeping something.” He started.

Goosebumps appear on my arms as the thought settles in. I'm hyperaware of Ryan's accelerated breath on the back of my neck as he closes his eyes in concentration. These aren't regular men; these are warriors hardened by loss and the struggle to survive, willing to sacrifice their own lives for the cause. Nathan draws a dagger from a belt holster. As one, we mimic his actions, and the small crowd seems to hold their breath. When Nathan gets up and out into the open, Ryan nudges me to repeat his actions. It makes sense for Nathan's most trusted soldier to be on the front line, and yet, I didn't even ponder that I'd be alongside them.

I knew they were surely going to strike soon, except, I expected them a little sooner than now. They promised to take what I hold dear but I wasn't moved. When I heard their leader, Kellerwolf, himself was going to strike, I knew better to double my warriors and also send for Sucre and Dustin. Asides from being childhood friends with them and being among my harem, we were all trained martially. They were part of the people who survived the last war and even if I'd hate to admit it, they were warriors one need in battles like this. I heard howls through the woods then I smiled. My warriors had defeated the enemy again.

Had everything been meticulously planned from the outset? Clement was stunned as he nodded heavily, indicating his comprehension. After dismissing Clement, Adrian sought out Roy. "To what extent have you accomplished the task?" he asked. Roy had compiled a list detailing the strengths of the fifty individuals before they regrouped with Adrian. Their approach slightly diverged from the plan they had previously discussed. Adrian focused on quantity, while they focused on quality. Throughout this period, they utilized their skills and intellect to identify all the warriors in Sandstone City who had reached the eighth level. Some resisted, while others harbored secret defiance, but ultimately, t

None objected. With his strength, equipment, and confidence, he had already established himself as the backbone of the temporary coalition. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and charged forward. The other selected elite warriors followed immediately behind him. The slaughter began. The vanguard warriors crashed into the horde fearlessly, their weapons swinging violently as creatures roared and lunged toward them from all directions. One of the Sacred Flame Pack warriors suddenly hurled his blade toward a massive ape-like creature standing near the front lines.

Ash lifted his head. When he spoke, the words sounded layered—as if two voices came from his mouth at once: “They’ve found me.” A low, rising roar echoed through the trees. Darkthorn had arrived. Hundreds—no, thousands—of warriors moved like a black tide just beyond the camp’s border, their torches bobbing in the dark. Their crest—a crimson thorn wrapped around a wolf’s skull—gleamed like fresh blood. Tyla sucked in a breath beside me. I stepped closer, shielding her with my body even though her power surged so fiercely she didn’t need me to.

"At least this one ends the catapult problem. If we destroy those machines they cannot rebuild them in the middle of a siege. It buys us real time and time is what we need right now." She thought about it. "How many warriors." "Five hundred," I said. "The best we have. And I want the Stoneclaw clan in that number. They know night work better than anyone we have in this city." "The Stoneclaw clan is thirty fighters," she said. "Thirty very good fighters," I said. "I will take them and fill the rest with warriors from the first wall unit. People who have already been in the fighting and know how to move fast and stay quiet when they need to."

I had to return. The shadows turned to humanoid monsters or Lingerings, holding different weapons. I liked the scythe they held, I desired one to fight with and I would get it from one of them to defend myself. The opponents weren’t numerous, in the number of ten and they didn’t move. As long as I stayed still, they didn’t move. I sat thinking about how to approach them. Anything had a solution, even my pain had one.