Thornclaw Warriors Novels & Stories

"Although I still have a lot to speak, we are not here to have this discussion here. What we need to concentrate on is our enemy. But before that, let me put forth a warning. From now on, if I hear one wrong word against women from any of you, then you will be answerable to my sword." As soon as these words left her mouth, audible gasps reverberated in the room. Everybody knew that Raelynn was the most formidable warrior in the kingdom of Volar and winning against her in a one on one battle was impossible, even for the other three Commanders. She was just the best.

"I'm quite interesting in so many ways." "Is that so?" Fred nodded vigorously. "Jeez, what kind of coffee are you fed here?" Dante wondered, making Timothy to chuckle. "He's just like this. Always high and hyper." Said Brendan. "Wanna see us fight?" Leo asked and that sparked excitement in Dante. He immediately nodded. "Who's the best fighter here?" Dante asked curiously. "Xander." Fred quickly answered. "Who's Xander?" Just as Dante asked that question, a young man with long ginger hair, emerged from the locker room. "That's him." Fred whispered.

With a swift motion, I unsheathed my claws and lunged at him, engaging in a fierce one-on-one battle. The woods erupted into chaos as my warriors followed suit, unleashing their fury upon our adversaries. "You won't get away with this! Surrender now!" Clayton threatened. "You think you can defeat us? We are stronger than you'll ever be!" The rogue spat. The clash of steel and the snarls of combat filled the air. Every movement, every strike, was fueled by the determination to protect our pack and bring justice to those who had threatened our existence. "Don't let up! We can't afford to lose focus!"

The entire courtyard went dead silent. More than two hundred heavily armed wolves stood in the form of Obsidian Claw enforcers.The rest of the Obsidian Claw enforcers stood, over two hundred heavily armed wolves. They examined the melted battle axe. They examined the corpse of King Thorne, which had been mutated and killed. Then they looked at me, a 19 year old girl with ancient silver fire in her eyes, standing in the morning sun, victorious. Caleb's voice roared, "Drop your weapons!Caleb's voice roared out, "Drop your weapons!

“Now, Helena. Go to the office and don’t come out.” Before she could retort, the workshop yard was invaded by a horde of loud, chrome-plated motorcycles. They were the Iron Claws. They hadn’t come to talk; they had come to declare war. About twenty men, wearing grimy denim jackets and eyes bloodshot with fury, circled the area. Their leader, a man with disproportionately broad shoulders named Malphas, dismounted from his machine with a smile that revealed yellowed, sharpened teeth. “Blackwood!” Malphas shouted, his voice dripping with scorn that made Helena’s ears ring. “We heard you found something precious. Something that reeks of a Guardian. Thorne blood doesn’t belong to a trash-heap pac

Their team won the match and sharp noise of clapping, hooting and party poopers rose in the ground. Minahil's face held a blazing appearance for she felt their team did not win because of her cousin Zaviar. They owed their success to Abraham Chauhdry, her rival. "You didn't play well Zaviar" she said as soon as he approached them. Other boys and girls were gathered around Abraham. She glared at them and then turned her gaze to the boy standing in front of her and heard him, "We won, that is important," he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara.

Shadowborne magic curled like black smoke through the air, twisting into clawed shapes that struck down two guards before they could scream. Darkthorn warriors flooded through the broken perimeter—armor black and blood-red, their crest blazing on their chests. The moment they saw me, several froze. Good. They should fear me. One Shadowborne sneered and hurled a bolt of darkness in my direction. I dodged, then lunged—my jaws snapping around his throat, crushing bone. Blood sprayed across my muzzle as his body crumpled. Another charged. I ripped him apart. A third didn’t even reach me. One of my warriors tackled him from the side, tearing the man’s arm off before finishing him.

Not standard fire, blue fire from spells. The wolves waste no time shifting and launching at the enemy. Biting, clawing and growing with such aggression. The twins and follow suit and change. The best thing about us changing, is we don't rip our clothes. Thank the heavens. I'd hate to fight naked, boobs swaying in the wind. We charge in a blur of force. Taking out anyone in our way. A part of me feels conflicted by killing my own, well part of my species now. However, they serve the serpentine and my goal is to take out all serpentine......Thorne.

Stay close, Selene, his voice growled through the mind-link, sharp and commanding, but laced with something softer—worry, maybe. Love, definitely.Always, I shot back, my wolf’s grin feral as I dodged a rogue’s snapping jaws and sank my teeth into its flank. It yelped, twisting, but I was faster, stronger, my claws raking down its side until it collapsed in a whimpering heap.The warriors fought around us, a tight circle of snarling wolves. Thorne’s reddish fur flashed as he tackled a rogue mid-leap, pinning it to the ground. Lira, sleek and silver, moved like liquid, her teeth finding throats with deadly grace. Ewan, Jace, and Cale held the line, their growls a low, constant rumble that vibra

“There’s no need for us to surrender. We were never fighting.” I knew then that this was Thistlethorn. Just like Alpha Skylar and Scarlett had been discussing. This was a peaceful pack. They refused to fight. They remained neutral through all the wars of the past two hundred years. And now? These warriors were slaughtering them. Women, children, seniors. It didn’t matter. These people didn’t stand a chance. The warriors were slicing and dicing anyone and everyone. It was a blood bath. It was a disgusting, appalling blood bath.