Novelas y relatos de Sunstar Warriors

One particularly displeased young warrior retorted, "Who said we needed your help? Sameer could have handled those monsters on his own. It was only a matter of time!" "Respect, please," Sameer intervened quickly, then smiled at Adrian, saying, "I apologize for his rudeness." Adrian waved it off. "It's alright. Young ones can be spirited. By the way, may I ask your name and faction?" Facing Adrian's inquiry directly, the warrior didn't hesitate. "We are warriors from Valor Supreme. I'm Sameer Asghar, and these are my juniors."

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.

I vowed to myself. My voice was stronger as I said, "My parents are Roger Lang, Head Epsilon, leader of Moonless Night Warriors and Carla Lang, Delta, Lead Assistant to our Luna." Twit said, "Shit! Her father has all the Warriors at his disposal. We need to get away from her pack fast." Jerk threw me back to the ground. Twit growled at the messenger rogue, "Get a couple of guys in here to guard her." Jerk and Twit stalked out of the room, they were arguing.

Her expression softened for only a second. “Because this is bigger than what you want.” I shook my head. “No. It isn’t. This is my life.” The Alpha leaned forward. “Luna, explain yourself.” She turned toward him. “Malia cannot leave.” “Why not?” one elder asked. “Because Blackridge has waited too long for this union. Deucalion is finally mated. The pack has already accepted her as its Luna. If she leaves we don't know how long it would take to see a Luna as Malia who's capable of carrying the blood of Blackridge in it”

I’ll be coming for him tomorrow Jason can have another day off. As we are wiping down the mat I notice a group of men deep in discussion still hanging about, scars trail up their arms to their shirt sleeves. A handful even have them on their faces. They must be Blood Moon pack warriors. No one else has warriors that tall, large, and ruthless. Dad clears his throat and I get back to our task at hand and help him carry the mat inside. Once put away we head home. I wave goodbye to Hudson and Bailey and walk with dad.

Simon advised wearing a smile on his face. "How do I show gratitude to the same people that murdered my parents?" "They did murder your parents but it was out of self-defense... Your people started the war but we're victorious and no survivors were left only little kids like you were spared, after so many years you become Luna and you want to vent out all the hate now that you're Luna... That's ridiculous" Simon chuckles,

"Time to wake up, rebel," a singsong voice echoes in the alpha's main room of the Redwood Wolves pack. The curtain is drawn back abruptly, allowing the full splendor of the sunlight to flood the spacious area. Today is a clear day, perfect for celebrating the Luna ceremony and the wedding of the pack leaders. Selene stirs in bed, lazily. She is still exhausted from last night but calm and, in a way, sated. "Just a little more, I'm sleepy," Selene murmurs, covering her head with the blanket.

Against every single person who ever doubted or tried to break me. With Caspian as the Hybrid Alpha, and me as Luna—even without a wolf—I had power now. Real power. The Lucost Glow was broken. Beatrice couldn’t hurt me anymore. But I could hurt her. They should all prepare themselves. Because a new Sai has risen. Not just Sai Ray. But Sai Smith Ray. And it’s time to strike back. Cruel. Merciless. And unstoppable.

I whispered, “You were amazing.” He pulled back and beamed at me. “Did you see my roll? And—and how I dodged and flipped him?” “I did! I don’t even think I could have done that,” I laughed, brushing his hair from his face. He puffed his chest. “The warriors say I’m strong. That I’m brave.” I kissed his forehead. “You are. You always have been.” He held up his arm, showing me a fresh tattoo inked onto his forearm. A beautiful phoenix with its wings spread in mid-flight as it stood in flames.

The orange tom gave a nod and flicked his tail, gesturing for those who were available for battle to join them. He watched with interest as smoky black tom with yellow eyes emerged from the crowd. A muscular black tom with powerful back legs followed, along with a gray she-cat with darker gray paws. While they looked as if they had seen better days, Flamestrike also noticed they were more than ready for this fight. "Thorntalon, Lightningstrike, Frozenfoot and Wrenflight are the strongest warriors I can spare," Emberstar explained, "Along with Birchpelt." He nodded to his deputy, who padded forward and touched Birdpaw's muzzle with her own.