The Warriors Yurick Novel Novels & Stories

As we begin walking back to the packhouse, I hear Warren growl before taking off at a fast jog. I look at Yorick who looks ahead of us, smiling, as the other warriors pause to see what Warren's growling at. A moment later, Luna Yara steps outside the back of the packhouse and is immediately wrapped in her mate’s embrace, his mouth devouring hers like he needs her air to breathe. “After talking to Dad this morning, I told the gate patrols to let them in when they arrived,” Yorick says, taking my hand. “Is that what you’re going to be like when you have a job and are away from me for any length of time?" I ask him.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

The warriors entered the building— I also made a move. Quicker than I've ever been. There wasn't even time for the first warrior to yell. I twisted—SNAP—and seized his throat. His body fell apart. The fear in the second warrior's eyes grew. "W-what the devil—" With my claws slicing, I lunged. The stone walls were splattered with blood. Calmly, I stepped over their bodies. Unfazed. Nyla was no longer alive. What about the new one?

Large paws and sharp teeth lash down, preparing to scoop up their next prey. "Lycans." Her eyes opened once more. The depths of her baby blue irises were inky in the reflection of the box's glossy shell. This was the soul of three powerful lycan warriors. It was trapped in the box. A strong and quick beat begins to take over her heart. They were rare, cursed, and wanted. Lethal. Powerful.

I'm not happy. My Grandmother Veda writes in a tiny, shaking scrawl, making it even more impossible to decipher. Each word must be translated, and I've only made it about a quarter way through the third chapter. The beginning of her story recounts the downfall of the home planet. Her text has more graphic detail than the male history. I guess the men thought if they glossed over violence, it would make them appear, what? Better? Gentler? The male Warriors were a vicious species who destroyed everything in their path. They fought among themselves and killed each other without remorse. I knew this about them, but reading it from a woman's viewpoint is different. My grandmother's description ha

Was he the commander-in-chief of the Pendragon Warriors, the one who killed hundreds of thousands of enemy troops and eight top fights of God of War caliber by himself? One of the assistants was so frightened that his legs turned to jelly. At a loud thud, he slumped on the floor. Liam looked at Yerik indifferently. He did not think that Yerik would recognize him. "You know me?" he asked. Yerik's body froze after he got the confirmation. He felt freezing to his core. His body was trembling non-stop because of fear as well.

I sunk my claws into his stomach. I pushed on, searching the field for my father. Garrick’s voice cut through the chaos, calling positions. Warriors were being flanked. Mothers screamed names. The whole pack seemed to die slowly by the minute. I found him at the center. Alpha Ryker stood surrounded by Lucius warriors. His movements were slower now. He was bleeding seriously. barked a command and then cut down another attacker. I charged. Two men fell to my jaws and claws before I reached him. fought together in sync. He swung while I tore, and together we forced a little space around us.

I adjusted my cap, one of Ryker’s plain green ones, and hoped nobody glimpsed the auburn thatch beneath. It was common knowledge that Ryker was away with a selection of his most fearsome Warrior Wolves, though nobody seemed to know where they’d gone or why, and everyone knew that I was to be kept locked up at all times, too. Unfortunately. So I kept my eyes and ears open as I snuck down the stairs, my heart thundering and my breaths coming fast and shallow.

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

I slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. The moment Kael noticed I was awake, he patted the warrior's shoulder and pointed toward the door. The warrior immediately understood and left the room. I watched him disappear before turning back to Kael. I honestly don't believe Kael is actually a bully. Nyra's voice echoed. ‘And why would he be?’ Can't you see it? That warrior is literally terrified of him. ‘But you're not’ I frowned. Maybe he doesn't want to prey on me.