Thornclaw Warriors Novels & Stories

Her snarl curled through the air like a war cry. I felt the mindlink flare. Brock. Joe. Now. They were already in position, crouched just outside the villa perimeter with a small strike team, waiting for my signal. Now it came. Seconds later, the front windows exploded inward, glass raining down in a glittering storm. Silverclaw warriors surged through the breach like a wave of fury. Joe and Brock were the first—already shifting mid-air, fur erupting from skin, claws flashing. Rogues came pouring in to meet them, snarling, outnumbered—but they didn’t stand a chance.

Aside from being unusually long, they were curved, too—like the claws of a cat. “Stay here,” Mei said. “I’ll give a signal when it’s safe to follow.” Two guards were patrolling the corridor that followed the hallway. Mei took down the first guard by slashing through his neck with her claws before moving on to the second guard. She moved so swiftly and silently that the second guard didn’t even notice her before it was too late. As Jade watched, she couldn’t help but compare Mei to a hunting tiger—agile, quiet, and precise. “You’re really good,” Jade said in admiration right after Mei had made her tenth kill.

Marco said in a teasing voice and Leo groaned. “No, not exactly, you and I will get into the Fortress, disguised as the gang members. We will be in a mask and no one would suspect because there is a special team in the Scorpione family who are not allowed to reveal their face to anyone but the Boss. We call them Night Ninjas and it is only natural for them to show up today as new power has taken over. They are supposed to be around to acknowledge the new Don, but we will have to get there before they do.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

Galatrina spoke calmly but with sweat on her cheeks. "I know, and one of them is going to be a pain in the ass." Alucard respond in a menacing way. Hiyojin then looked at the sky. "So we're facing him ha. Leomord, former number 1 of the 1st generation of warriors. If only Teresa is here." He looked down at the ground while sweating. Most of the warriors finally sensed the incoming demons. They braced themselves as the approaching hordes of demons trampled the ground and creating an earthquake within the earth.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel

They are even said to be as cold as their climate with respect to the way they treated others outside of their clan. The reason he chose alignment with their pack and accepted their ‘most formidable’ warrior to be his new commander in chief is because of how the change in climate had made them better warriors. This also concerned him a bit. What if their plan all along was to infiltrate their army, discover their weak point, use Cole as their inside enemy and attack from within?

To put it mildly. “The Claws run a bit of a…. an underground competition, shall we say, where we pitch two men — fine athletes — against each other for sport. Then, our guests are free to place wagers on the fighters.” “Spit shine a turd, it’s still shit,” Declan said with a grin, which Patrick immediately mirrored.

Three-year-olds who shouldn't have to use Alpha powers to protect themselves. "Thornwood!" I let my Alpha command carry through the building. "With me! Drive them back!" My thirty-seven warriors hit Cornelius's forces like a tidal wave. Caught them off guard because they hadn't expected reinforcements. Hadn't expected the disgraced Thornwood Alpha to show up with loyal wolves. The tide of battle shifted immediately. Cornelius's wolves found themselves fighting on two fronts. Trapped between Shadow Creek's defense and Thornwood's assault.

The three warriors take turns striking the other two, but when one of their fists collides with the youngest warrior's jaw, he is knocked out on impact. Ben takes the man in front of us by the throat before shouting at me to help the other warriors. I take the closest one in my hands as he faces the other warriors, and take the opportunity of surprise to sink my claws into his neck from behind. He falls limp quickly before the skin of his body hardens in a like grey color that cracks like old concrete.