Stonefur Warriors Novels & Stories

Frankie POV The rogues kept coming. They were no match for our warriors, they just haven’t figured out they are losing yet. We have some injuries, but unlike the rogues, the only death we have suffered is Sidney. As a mangy looking gray wolf leaped at Thunder, 2 of the warriors leaped at it. One captured its hind leg and the other tore a chunk out of its side.

He bellowed orders, and his guards surged forward, swords flashing. Alpha Borin and his Stonefurriers met the charge with a disciplined defensive formation. Paws scrabbled on stone, and the metallic clang of steel against claw echoed through the pass. The Stonefurriers, though outnumbered, fought with the ferocity of those defending not just their lives, but a principle. The Greyclaws continued their disruptive tactics, harrying the flanks of the Royal Guard, making it difficult for them to gain a decisive edge.

The Moonstone worked. When we reached the outskirts, Fjord Pack and Black Valley Pack were already locked in fierce combat. Our warriors joined in, tipping the scales in our favor. I’d seen Black Valley Pack’s warriors train, but our warriors, now empowered by the Moonstone, fought with a ferocity that even I found astonishing. I watched as one of my warriors locked his jaws around an opponent’s neck, flinging him to the ground. The massive wolf arced through the air before hitting the earth with a defeated whimper. I forced myself to look away. This was war, after all—a war Charles had started.

glaring at me. “Yes!” I said, returning the glare. After a few seconds, Maam whispered to Mr.Stone and Rani whispered to me at a time. Nonetheless, we all heard their question for us. “Are you sure you both are fighting here like a boss and P.A but not as husband and wife?” they both asked me. “Shut up!” I said to Rani and Mr.Stone said to Maam. However, everyone laughed at that except Mr.Stone and me.

--- Outside the fortress, Orion mounted his white horse once more. He looked toward the shattered walls. "Prepare the second assault." A commander bowed. "My Chancellor..." "Our scouts report Blackstone reinforcements are approaching." Orion smiled. "Excellent." "Destroy them first." He turned toward the fortress one final time. "Bring me the Moonfang Queen alive." "And kill the Alpha." --- As the order spread through the enemy ranks, hundreds of elite warriors dressed in black armor stepped forward. Unlike the regular soldiers, these wolves carried curved silver blades etched with glowing runes.

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.

The clearing in the woods went silent. All were looking at the woman. "Who sent you?" asked Mithraos. "Karivayis," said the woman and in that moment two warriors in the Mauraye side cut their own throat. All understood the seriousness of the situation. "What was the plan of Karivayis?" asked Rishi. Karivayis are the darkest of the group in Arthanava. They are believed to be living like animals. They leave only bones and skeletons after a war. They are also said to be the most blood hungry ones.

Kaiya There’s no sign of the warriors that we sent back with Stone Wood. The handful of wolves that have the courage to stand up to us are weak, inbred to an extreme degree, and feral. It is a blood bath with almost no surivors. Dripping in blood, I shift back to human and turn around to face Oswald. “Where are their warriors?” He shifts and casts his eyes to the ground so he doesn’t have to look at my nudity. “Dead, I’d wager. Killed by rogues.”

A few of the warriors cursed aloud. Redmaw. One of the oldest and most ruthless packs to ever exist beyond the Steelgrove Mountains. Their Alpha, Volgrin, was a legend soaked in slaughter. They didn’t trade. They didn’t negotiate. They claimed. And now, they were marching on Darkfang’s soil. “For what reason?” Dren snapped, his wolf barely contained under his skin. The wounded scout turned his head slowly. His eye was swollen shut, his ribs splintered. But he managed one sentence.

It’s not just about fighting; it’s about unity, about standing together against a common foe. When we step into the clearing, I’m struck by the sight before me. Warriors from neighboring packs are assembling, some wearing armor gleaming in the sunlight as they prepare for the fight ahead. Each one of them carries the weight of their own stories, their own reasons for joining this cause. I see familiar faces among them… Alphas who have fought alongside my father in the past, warriors who have trained with River and me. They are not just allies; they are family too.