Sunbeam Warriors Novels & Stories

“Clara’s private forces. What do we know?” Soren settled into the chair across from my desk with the unhurried manner of someone who’d already anticipated this conversation. “Officially, fifty warriors under the authorized arrangement. In practice—” he paused almost imperceptibly “—closer to sixty five, as of last week. Possibly more.” Sixty five. “The additional fifteen,” I said. “Where are they coming from?”

It made him want to pull her closer and ruin every boundary between them. Instead, he played it safe. Kind of. “You’re with me,” he told her. She didn’t argue. That was dangerous. That was everything. Sierra’s POV They were halfway through the warm-up drills when she felt them watching her. The Crows. Elara, Gloria, and Patricia stood in a cluster near the sparring rings, all smug smiles and deadly eyeliner. They weren’t paired off like the other students. They didn’t have to be. The teachers had long stopped trying to make them follow the rules.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

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.

The one that spoke pointed at Damian who sported a wide smile on his face. “What’s the firing range?” I asked. “What do you use?” “We use paintball guns but you have to rescue a flag and return it to base.” Damian smiled at me. “Are you seriously entertaining this?” Waylon asked me in the mind-link. “Got a better way for me to prove myself to them?” “What’s it going to be…Luna?” “Which one are you?” I asked. “I’m Scott.” “No fighting.” Waylon spoke. I frowned but he didn’t want anything to happen to the baby.

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

SARA'S POV I stood in shock as I watched as the little wooden hut that I have helped Bea built engulfed in flames. "Oh no!" Damon said. "Bea!" I screamed in tears. I could not move but just watch. "Sara!" I suddenly hear Bea shouting my name. "Bea, stay back! I'm coming for you." Damon responded. He took off my hooded cloth and he moved back to gain momentum. He rushed with full force and broke down the hut.

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

That night, Damien knocked on my door. He was holding a small, embroidered box. Inside was a Moon Soul Amulet, glowing with a soft light. Moon Soul Stones were found only near the Moon Wells, a rare mineral that could nourish and soothe a wolf’s spirit. “For you,” he said, holding it out. “I know the flower was important to you. This is to make up for it.” I didn’t take it. I just stared at him, my heart a block of ice. Did he really think he could just “make up” for every hurt with something expensive?

DPOV Songs: Un4gvn by Ruby Beardman ft. Two Beards The council room reeked of anxiety. I could feel it pouring out of all the attendees seated around the circular table. It wasn't the usual crowd that used to attend when Victor ran them, but they had become somewhat familiar to me. Unfortunately, these meetings had also become about as useful as tits on a bull. "Any news from Inferion," I turned to ask Tasha. "No. I'm afraid not," she solemnly shook her head. "We sent another raven this morning but one of the scouts saw it shot down before it even made it past the pines."