Stormtail Warriors Novels & Stories

The barrier flashed violently with each impact—cracks spiderwebbing along its surface. Caius roared: “Positions! Warriors! OUTSIDE the shield! Elders, reinforce the barrier!” Michael and Alexander also barking orders to hold the barrier. Tyrel now inheriting a wolf since mated to Caius shifted in a burst of silver. Damian summoned the wind. Fierro summoned the fire element with Marion slightly shifting holding his twin blades.

" we're not sure Alpha Tyler as we said, once the warrior cried out in pain our focus shifted to him " " Men have a sniff around and see if you can find anything, make sure to keep the sample secure, Beta Trevor stay with my men and Alpha Teejan please take me to see the warrior who was hurt and the others that were present, by the way what is the warriors name who was hurt? just so I know how to address him " "oh yes sorry, Ivo his name is Ivo Turke him and his older brother Evo are Seventh generation warriors " " very impressive, well I imagine that injury would do a lot to his pride then "

For a heartbeat, everything around them seemed to still. Then Damien roared. It thundered across the burning pack lands like a storm breaking over mountains. Every Nightwing warrior who heard it knew one thing for sure now… Their Alpha had returned and he was furious. That alone game then the confidence…their killer instincts. Damien charged again. He tore into the nearest cluster of invaders with terrifying force. One lost an arm before he could defend himself and another was driven chest-first into the ground. Then a third warrior, this time, shamelessly tried to flee and was dragged back by the ankle before Damien’s claws opened his spine.

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.

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

“Every day.” “Just yourself or others?” “Both.” “You lead training for...?” “The top warriors.” The rhythm between us was rapid-fire, like a verbal ping-pong match. I was curious, and something about all this didn’t sit quite right yet. “Who else trains during the other sessions?” “Most of the pack—warriors, teens, kids, women, omegas. Everyone’s divided into groups.” I hummed thoughtfully, piecing it all together in my mind. “But you don’t train those groups?”

"Wayne, how can you say I won't get in trouble for this?" I asked. "Simple your Alpha doesn't want to upset my pack and if he punishes you for being with me he will cause issues with my pack and yours. I'll contact him later and explain that you felt unwell and I took you off school grounds so you could relax without all that teenage drama going on and I could make sure your okay." He replied as if it explained everything but I figured it was the best answer I would get so didn't push to much. Something about him told me he might be quick to anger and as sexy as he was I didn't want to push my luck. I got up pulling myself from his arms as much as I enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in th

"Have you thought about accepting my invitation? After you graduate, it would be a great opportunity for you to train in the WW Force." When Callie heard what Clyde's Uncle said, she was taken aback and remained attentive to the two's conversation. "Uncle, I'd rather finish what I'd started. I wanted to be a police officer," Clyde replied. "Being a WW Force soldier isn't too different from being a police officer," Clyde's Uncle Lando replied. "Isn't Spencer your friend? Don't you want to avenge his death against the werewolves who killed him?" Clyde gave Lando a weak smile and said confidently, "Uncle, I think that I can still get the justice that Spencer deserves in this field."

Adrik said, saddened like I had just taken his favorite toy away and kicked his puppy. “Because you will be doing your own sort of ranking. We need you to be their sparring dummy. I figured if any of these warriors could get you on your ass or knocked out, then they were the best. But just so, everyone is completely aware. For right now, the Demon and Fae will hold the secondary team as we want to continue to hide the fact that we have that sort of power. The primary team will be comprised of the witches and shifters. So, Thad, get them prepped. I want the tournament to be completed by tonight. I would say that you have approximately 10 hours before the start time. Those who struggle in the