The Warriors Series Novels & Stories

“ASSEMBLE!” And with a single command, the battle was initiated. A colossal clash of immense proportions between two hostile forces. The Giants, towering above all others and brandishing weapons of pure destruction and terror. The mighty Warriors, hardened from years of war and conflict and determined to safeguard the very essence of existence that is threatened by their adversaries. An epic struggle ensued as each side fought with unrelenting passion and ferocity, neither side giving an inch but both knowing full well that nothing less than total victory would satisfy.

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

The sound of swords clashing and bodies hitting the ground echoed around him. There was one of his sparring partner he took to liking very well. As Silas was sparring with the other warriors, he found himself matched up against a particularly skilled opponent named Finn. Finn was known for his agility and quick reflexes, and he gave Silas a run for his money. The two warriors exchanged blows, their swords clanging loudly against each other. Silas could feel the sweat pouring down his face as he tried to keep up with Finn's movements. He was impressed by the other warrior's skills and determination.

one of the warriors inquired, their attention now fixed on Ezra as they drew their swords in unison. Ezra squatted down, swiftly snatching up the wounded warrior's sword. Before the other warriors could react, he charged towards them, engaging them all simultaneously. He deftly blocked their attacks, kicking them aside with his legs. As they charged him again, Ezra moved like lightning, disarming them by removing their swords from their grasp with his own. Their attempts to keep pace with his speed were useless.

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

Trying to distract myself yet again, I dive into some paperwork for a couple hours, but I'm itching to get my hands dirty in some sparring, so I head back out to the training grounds. Since we have so many warriors, training typically lasts from morning to night to ensure we get all the groups in. All the higher-ranked pack members take shifts so they don't get burnt out. My leading warriors train Monday-Thursday, and Friday-Sunday is reserved for the backup warriors. Ideally, they would never be needed, but in the event of a full-on war, I would have my leading warriors on the battlefield while the backup warriors prevent the central packlands from being infiltrated, while others would guar

I grabbed a hot chocolate and joined them. Lola "ah here’s our other new warrior" she said smiling Maisie "girls I’m so proud of you both your gonna smash it .and It'll be nice to know when we’re all tucked up in our beds, we have two of our finest girls patrolling the boarders". Dakota "Uhh, well we still have six months to go girls before we even know if we've passed and get to be official warriors" Maisie "well I already know you girls will kick ass and pass"

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

I further, not understanding. “Tsk! It's called distressed! It’s so in right now! We have to come up with a look,” she states. I make a face. She then bursts out laughing at my confusion, but only shakes her head as she pulls a shirt over my head. There are words on the shirt, and it only confuses me further. I’ve never seen such a thing. Is it the name of the tailor? “The Wild Wolverines” are a popular sports team, high school football. They’re a big deal. This is what shifters are into, especially younger male ones. You’ll have to learn about it,” Sunny insists.

Also, my wolf is on edge being away from my mate so being able to train the warriors is a good distraction. I make the warriors do fifty laps around the pack and after the laps I make them do one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit ups and one hundred pull ups then we move on to sparing and I have the warriors split into groups of two and start sparing as I walk between them giving pointers and keeping my eyes open for the ones who excel.