Novel & Cerita Thornclaw Warriors

“If you stray, I’ll drag you back myself.” Before she could respond, a horn split the air, sharp, urgent. Every warrior stiffened. The rogues had arrived. From the treeline, shadows spilled forth. Dozens of them, wild-eyed and snarling, their forms half-shifted, claws gleaming in the moonlight. Unlike Theron’s warriors, they bore no order, no discipline. They were chaos wrapped in flesh, driven by Evander’s iron grip. Theron’s warriors shifted in unison, bones cracking, fur bursting forth in waves of grey, black, and tawny gold. The sound filled the air, primal and raw.

He snickered while standing before me with his hands folded across his muscled chest. I clenched my jaw in anger, trying to stop myself from getting into a fight with him. These were the words he usually said anytime something goes awry. As vampires, we were unknown to the world, which made us live in seclusion. Nome of us wished to be lab rats. Although we had powers that surpassed humans but after what happened to thousands of our kind years ago, we no longer took risks. “Sebastian, what the hell do you want?” I calmly said through gritted teeth with my fists balled beside me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he always wished to see.

“My warriors are already on their way, Luna. We’ll be there before the first rogue even sets foot on your territory. We’ll crush them before they have a chance to do any damage.” “Thank you, Demon,” Luna Loveth replied, relief washing over her. “Your support means everything to us.” “Anything for you, Luna. We’re allies, and allies protect each other. Stay strong. We’ll handle this.” As she hung up the phone, Luna Loveth felt a renewed sense of confidence. With the Blue Moon Pack’s warriors on their side, the Feral Fury Pack would be more than ready to face the rogues. The battle was coming, but they would be prepared. And they would win.

Their muscles were rigid with anger, and they threw stones at me for having the guts to betray their Alpha. But I did no such thing. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Micheal addressed the warriors. His voice bounced against the walls of the training hall. “Warriors of the Blue Lily pack. I have gathered you all here today to officially thank you for the effort you have put into the growth of this pack. Yes, I know that's not enough reason to summon you all, but without you, our pack would not have the strength to defend itself against her enemies. Neither would we have the courage to move on…”

Only blood. Elara stood atop the southern ridge, overlooking the smoking valley below. Her command cloak snapped in the wind, and her armor shimmered with runic flame beneath its black-and-silver enamel. The ground beneath her vibrated faintly with the marching of her united forces—outcasts, warriors, and noble blood alike. Behind her: Lucien and his elite dusk riders, cloaked in enchanted shadows.General Thorne and his legion of banished wolves, armor stitched with red thread. Saphira, already dispatching scouts into the ruins for flanking manoeuvres.

Attila and Axel would not give up easily, and Malcolm and his pack would have to be prepared to face them again. The Lunar warriors, led by Thane and Ryker, charged into the fray, their swords flashing in the fading light. Thane, a towering figure with piercing blue eyes, fought with a fierce determination, his sword slicing through the attackers with deadly precision. Ryker, a sleek and agile warrior with a mischievous grin, darted between the trees, his eyes fixed on the attackers as he struck from unexpected angles. Together, Thane and Ryker led the Lunar warriors in a fierce counterattack, driving the attackers back with a ferocity that sent them stumbling.

The warriors chosen for the travel party drilled in the yard morning and afternoon, working the specific close-formation tactics that Council escorts required—different from open battle, more controlled, designed for moving through territory that was technically neutral but practically anything but. She watched them from the window sometimes, those warriors. Ten of them, handpicked by Cain and Thorne together, each one scarred in some way from the recent fighting. They moved like a single creature in the drills, shields overlapping, swords clearing sheaths in the same breath. They would die for him. For her, now, too. The weight of that was not lost on her. Wren spent her days with Sera.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.