Tawnypelt Warriors Novels & Stories

he asked me. “They didn’t ask. I didn’t tell. They either want our help or don’t. We’d be idiots to go in without our people,” I said. He hummed his agreement. Gamma Dayton was riding with his mate. Tanya was our Lead Warrior. She was ecstatic to tag along because she had been taking care of her parents over the past few months while they recovered from a bad accident. We also had ten top warriors that she personally selected. An additional team of thirty warriors was stationed halfway here ready to be called up just incase we needed them for anything.

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

Once he saw the battle flag, he knew the 30 thousand soldiers were the famous Pendragon Warriors. The most terrifying thing for Trevyn was that they were the strongest troop under the Pendragon Warriors—The Tiikeri. They were an unbeaten troop that terrorized millions of soldiers from all the bordering countries. They were a troop of 30 thousand undefeated soldiers that was well-known among the major military regions in Biskeland. Trevyn panicked, and colors drained from his face. He was so frightful that his forehead was covered in sweat. He looked at the warriors, and finally, his gaze landed on Malcolm.

Before the speaker could even lift his staff, two massive warriors clad in the coal-black armor of the northern vanguard materialized from the shadows of the platform, locking their iron gauntlets around Tahlia’s shoulders and dragging his thrashing frame toward the backstage arches. My inner wolf tilted its head in silent calculation; I hadn't brought a singular blade or guard on this return transit from the Ashgrove Wildlands. A split second later, the heavy scent of burning pine and winter frost flooded my senses as a towering, broad-shouldered warrior cut through the remaining council elders. David Duskbane. His razor-edged, chiseled face carried the cold, lethal gravity of a warlord who

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.

And once something was heard, it could never be unheard. The grand stadium of New City was filled with 80,000 roaring fans. Banners of Aeternum’s Royal Titans waved alongside the sigil of the visiting team—The Ironclad Warriors from the Kingdom of Grendor, a medieval land known for its powerful knights and ruthless warlords. On the field, two teams stood face to face. The Aeternums wore sleek, modern uniforms, while the Grendorian players looked almost ridiculous in their heavy leather tunics and chainmail leggings.

Immediately Aren left to the pack house to where the lack warriors where training. He picked the strongest among them , whise name are called Devan, Stou, Dave, Kachi, and lastly Mike . After relaying the information the alpha had given him to them, they gathered together and left for the healers house. Looking from the window in his office, Dwanye saw Aren and the other remaining warriors leaving. He went back to his desk , expecting a feedback from them. On getting to the healer house, Aren knocked on the door. Nobody answered.

It was rare for a legacy family to give birth to two legacy wolves, most of their ancestors only gave birth to a single child. And yet, the current matriarch of the Valiant clan was blessed in birthing two healthy baby girls, both blessed as legacy wolves. As expected of the family’s heiresses, the two girls were brought up educated with their ways, surprisingly enough the girls were accepting of the traditions that their family holds

When I reached Adam I shifted back and pulled on the basketball shorts some one tossed me. "whats happening." I barked. "you took your sweet time." he smirked "There are 12 adults, 3 teenagers and 6 underage kids. They say they are from the Celtic Crescent Moon and are here for their luna." Casey replied. "Ok then. take them to the old warriors village and set them up in the houses there." I replied "keep gaurds there while I send Alpha Liam over to verify they are who they say they are." I ordered. " I have a feeling more will be joining them. its lucky we had just relocated the warriors and their families and not torn down the old village yet." I added. "Send some omegas over to clean the

And armed warriors entered in perfect formation black armor engraved with the unmistakable symbol of the royal house. Tanya stepped back instinctively. Her mother whispered, shaken, “They found us too fast…” Kael moved in front of Tanya without hesitation. Protective. Instant. Unquestioning. The bond between them surged violently at the contact. Tanya hated how her body responded to it. Hated it more because it felt safe. The warriors advanced. Silent. Precise. Not rogues. Not hunters. Soldiers. Trained. Loyal.