The Warriors Novels & Stories

Serena's POV Ten years later. Silver City. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my top-floor office at The Claws headquarters, looking down at the city that never slept. The neon lights below flickered like stars scattered across the night. "Ms. Serena, congratulations on winning 'Security Strategist of the Year' again," my assistant, Maya, walked in, holding a heavy invitation. "That's the fifth time." The fifth time. In ten years, I’d gone from a heartbroken girl to a legend in the world of werewolf security.

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

’ I exited the fighting area and then stood under a tree, which allowed me to see all the participants in the power training. Soon after, Beta Duncan and Chief Warrior joined me. The dozens of sheets of paper with the names of the two thousand warriors that we were holding were already filled. “What do you think?” I asked them. “I am quite satisfied with their strength for only being warriors for a year,” Beta Duncan said, nodding twice. “They have never fought on the battlefield, but they have no qualms about fighting with their seniors.” “They train diligently. They are eager to join the war. That is their ideal and the reason they became warriors,” the chief warrior remarked with a proud

I thought as I then got ready for the warriors that were coming from afar. "Are you ready?" I echoed loudly as I raised my hands up for my people to see. "Yes Alpha Xander!!!" they replied me and I then looked at Romero and Aaron who looked back and then nodded their head. It was as though we had this mutual agreement as the warriors then closed in. Bringing out our swords, we went at them. Kicks for kicks! Swords for swords! They were so much, so they overpowered my warriors. I saw how they were going hard at my warriors. It was as though they had a heavenly grudge at each of them. Looking at these warriors I could tell the lat

Nothing. Lady Dana stood by while Katarina snapped her fingers, and howl split the air, then another, then a whole chorus of them as the wolves poured out of the shadows, strong, tall, the elite, the warriors of the Parson Pack; trained for war; trained for capture. Victoria’s stomach plummeted. Lady Dana’s voice would not rise, or waver. “You are welcome to join us, Victoria.” The warriors moved in. “Or you can watch him die.”

After like a minute or two was gone, the warriors signed out. "They were warriors before death and warriors in death. They died as heroes, not giving in to the threats and tortures of their enemies. The dead warriors of the Reapers will always be remembered in our hearts for their sacrifices and contributions to the werewolf kingdom. Rest well brave warriors." I broke the sad silence.

“ Instead of thinking negatively, let’s just be positive, okay” He exhaled with a nod. “ I love you and remember that I’m waiting for us to start a future together. So fight with you all for us and our future kids” “ I love you too” he grinned and we sealed it with a short sweet kiss. “ Now let’s go.” We briskly moved out of the house. ********* The Warriors from different packs were standing in position waiting for the arrival of the enemies. They were all stressed but they were willing and ready to protect their families and packs.

Three men and one woman made their way to Adrian. Dragonshire’s Battle Warrior Lucas! Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel! Mantishire’s Battle Warrior Caine! Griffinshire’s Battle Warrior Gale! The four great battle warriors had assembled. Serpentshire’s Battle Warrior Raquel looked toward Paul and gestured at Prison 14’s tightly-shut entrance. She commanded, “Open the door!” Paul inhaled a deep breath and said, “I’ll need permission from Internal Affairs. Otherwise, I…” Raquel raised her hand and slashed it down like a blade.

Kayden replied. He intertwined our hands again. “The warriors train everyday for about five to eight hours depending on the technique they are practicing. Every warrior specializes in a certain war tactics, like fighting with swords or battling with spreads and other weapons. So when it’s time to fight another pack or species, they are always ready to combat any sort of attack.” Kayden explained. “That’s incredible,” I said, turning back for a moment to look at the group of warriors fighting with power. They were professional at what they did. I could hear beta Paulo voice as he barked out order to the warriors.

Killian looked over his shoulder and then turned back to the table. “That is one of our young warriors,” he said softly. I couldn’t help the look of confusion that crossed my face. “What is a warrior doing fetching chairs?” “We have a strict policy here: All warriors must learn to serve, as well as fight. They must learn to appreciate what goes into keeping a camp and compound running. I firmly believe that every warrior needs to know that the people who clean the mess hall, serve their food, and keep a fire in the hearth are just as important – if not more so – than the warriors themselves.”