The Warriors Series Novels & Stories

He knew he do not follow all that they taught him, but still, what he did absorb kept him sane. He also knew that the Chief of Warriors of Mauraye was not going to be happy about this. He was on a retreat and would be on his way back now. He had not let him know because he didn't want the man to get hurt. But he knew if the chief warrior had anything to say about it, he will be here, with the wrath of a god. ----------- A fortnight later, the war began. It was brutal. Eloy was in the middle of it. The Kings themselves were just watching and observing.

“Ok, I know you wouldn’t but, I think the warriors need a break. He gestured at the tired-looking men standing behind him. They had all shifted and thrown on shorts. They were muddy and sweaty; they resembled a group of soldiers returning from battle. I rolled my eyes. “How can we be sure our territory is safe if I can still get away every time?” I snarled. “Myla, they are the best-trained warriors in the world. Now please, put some clothes on.” I looked down realizing I was still stark naked. “Fine. Bunch of wimps.” All my warriors were looking down. “You would think they have never seen me naked before,” I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I pulled my sports bra over my head and slipped on a

The Alpha replied after a long pause of silent thinking. “I’ll disband the warriors and let you rest enough for two more days and after that, we will continue our discussion” with these words, Alpha Calhoun closed the door and left. “I need to handle this impertinent man before he goes out of control” the Alpha said within him before leaving completely.

I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not crumble. "Eleven years. You should be more informed," I snap. It's a foolish mistake to irritate a Warrior, but I'm tired of being undermined and treated as a disposable toy. He clenches his fists. He's the perfect impersonation of danger, and for the first time, I wonder who exactly I'm dealing with here. "Careful," the word barely escapes his gritted teeth. "We're done here. I will only answer to your Alpha," my voice comes out cold and detached.

“Four.” The lives of innocent people are on the line. “Three.” The honor of every warrior on both sides is riding on the defeat of one pack and the victory of the other. “Two.” The outcome from today's events would either clear a path to my revenge or be the driving point to my downfall. “One…” “Wait!” I paused in my words and we all turned out heads to the young warrior who stood 3 feet away from us. Sweat covered his skin and heavy pants fell from his lips. He’s one of the warriors we left behind at the pack.

“One day, we got into an argument because of that. She wanted me to change departments and become a warrior just like her. But I said I couldn’t. I’m not strong and I didn’t have the kind of perseverance she did to put up with the brutal training. “We had a falling out and called our friendship quits. Soon after that, she was promoted to a three-stars warrior and made an honorary member of the Blood Moon pack.” Sierra said. My mouth fell open. Three stars! I stood my ground against a three-stars warrior?! In the Werewolf realm, warriors were divided into five divisions. There were one-star, two-stars, three-stars, four-stars, and five-stars warriors. The lowest in rank and power were one-sta

she yelped, shaking her head at me. “You are in so much trouble.” Ryker laughed. “It’ll be worth it.” I smirked. We continued to walk to the training field. “So, how many warriors are we looking at?” Ryker asked his sister as he stood next to her. “A total of four hundred, two hundred warriors, one hundred trackers and one hundred enforcers.” she informed him. “do you see what I see what I see?” she asked Ryker. Ryker scanned the training grounds, “where are all your females?”

Warriors stood shoulder to shoulder along the full length of it, some leaning over the edge with their forearms on the stone, others standing straight with their arms crossed. Most of them were male, big and scarred, still in training gear with sweat drying on their skin. The ones nearest the edge were loud, shouting down at the fighters below, shoving each other when something landed. Below was the pit. A dirt floor, dark-stained and packed hard from years of use. No markers, no boundaries, no referee. Warriors lined the walls down there too, pressed back against the rock to keep clear of the fighting space, watching from below with the same intensity as the crowd above. In the middle of it

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

The chattering and arguments continued, people throwing out different theories and assumptions. But one thing everyone agreed on— That sexy-looking female warrior was not someone to provoke. The image of how she slaughtered the Blue Rain warrior would be engraved in their minds for a long time. It would haunt many of the men who had harbored lewd thoughts about her just moments ago. I returned my attention to the screen in the sky. Another scene was playing out. A group of warriors was surrounded by twelve strange creatures. They looked like werewolves but had horns and large wings sprouting from their backs, giving them a terrifying and unnatural appearance.