Tawnypelt Warriors の小説・ストーリー

Terry A mixture of anticipation and pride coursed through me as I stood among the cheering crowd, watching the Warrior tryouts from an elevated platform. This year, my pack, the Black Fang, sponsored the event, a testament to our growing influence and power. My father had passed on the honor of attending in his place, as I would soon take over as Alpha. Despite the responsibility weighing heavily on my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight of the fierce battles unfolding before me.

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

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.

I crumpled onto the leather couch and gave myself a moment to take in Talon’s imposing form. His arms and hands were covered with intricate tattoos, each one telling its own story. Another design snaked up the side of his neck. A dark gray V-neck shirt stretched taut across his broad shoulders. The Warriors patch on the back of his vest gleamed white in the dim lamplight.

It was the first sense of seriousness he'd displayed all evening. We all waited quietly until the Queen finally decided to speak up. "The—the Western Isles have sided with...them." "With them," Natalie asked as Chris read the letter over Lissa's shoulder, "Surely you don't mean—" "That's exactly what she means," Chris blurted. "According to Tatiana, Dhampir in the Western Isles are now being enlisted to join their regiment at 12 years of age and those who cannot fight are being given positions within the kingdom without pay. Just like those íonachta fucks said."

Clifton tells me. We are currently at Hare Pack in Western Tennessee. They are small, only about 200 members. We have been killing recon teams for a week. “What does our Ally situation look like?” I ask as Clifton, Luke and Jake sit in my camper. “TJ recruited several larger packs by calling on his birth title. We have 40,000 awaiting assignments,” Clifton tells me. “TJ got us 40k in Warrior support?” I ask surprised. Clifton smirks, “Well, Bazin may have helped. The young Alpha may have called on her Grandmother, Grandfather, and other relatives to reach out as well.”

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.

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.