Tigerheart Warriors Novels & Stories

His broken pride still lingered in his eyes despite trying to maintain composure. The Tiger Wolf warriors placed their tickets onto the scale. The numbers rapidly climbed. Three hundred. Six hundred. Eight hundred. The scale finally stopped at eight hundred and twenty tickets. Only eighteen tickets above the Crescent Moon Pack. Their supporters roared in approval immediately, pounding their fists together proudly. The muscular warrior folded his arms with a smug look and deliberately glanced toward the Crescent Moon warriors. Next were the Sacred Flame Pack warriors. Unlike before, their expressions were noticeably tense. They stepped forward quietly and placed their tickets on the weighing

Cygnus and Izar brought me to the warrior arena so I could shift and let my wolf run—a thing we hadn’t done in a long while. It was a large, round space resembling a colosseum, where the Tarragon warriors usually train. Every Tri-Moon Festival, there’s always a warrior battle, and even they join in, which made me even more excited.

The tall grasses hid me from prying eyes. “The liger’s back! Any luck?” A voice teased. “Don’t fucking call me that! I can’t control what my parents name me. As far as I can tell, there’s no portal to the resistance in my designated search area. None of our scouts in the other appointed areas came back, so I have to assume they were there.” The tiger replied. I nearly had my list made, it would help when the fight started. Knowing exactly what we were dealing with in terms of enemy warriors and terrain could be the deciding factor in this war. There was some scuffling sound in the shelter.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rugged landscape of Thornheart territory. The air was crisp, the scent of pine mingling with the earthy aroma of damp soil. Darius Thornheart stood at the edge of a cliff, his broad shoulders squared against the wind, surveying the expanse of his pack’s land. He was a powerful warrior, revered among his people not just for his impressive combat prowess, but for his unwavering determination to protect them. The weight of leadership pressed heavily upon him, the future Alpha of the **Thornheart Pack** with the responsibility of ensuring their safety.

The leader chased after Aaron, boasting about how naive some warriors are to believe such tales. Tia watched as the group cleared. Her heart beat wildly in her chest, but this wasn’t the time to turn around and run scared. They bragged and laughed about their crimes, and she knew she had to set things right. The Cherry Ridge pack would not become a punchline to some grunt warriors looking for a good chuckle at their expense. That is the fire I need within you, little one. Her wolf encouraged.

The older ones wore traditional jackets and played with iron balls or walnuts, making a rhythmic clicking sound. In the ruthless world of Cloudsea, where the young perpetually challenge the old, the most formidable figure was Tiger from Southshire, also known as the Black-hearted Fat Mantis. Today, he was at the heart of the action. Present were Wystan Roberts from East Star District, with his fearsome face, earning him the nickname Flying Centipede, and Laird Cole from West Grace District, a towering man with a booming voice, dubbed the Thunder God. Then there was Hugh Reardon from North Gate District, known as the Water Monkey, small in stature but with eyes that twinkled with both cunning

“Our lands have been plagued by unknown creatures from unknown locations. They’ve destroyed packs, they’ve destroyed families and as your Alpha, I said no more! We shall defeat one enemy at a time. We shall strike on the RedClaw pack for daring to kidnap one of our own.” Growls. I raised my voice, letting my rage shimmer. “No more hiding. No more silence. No more waiting. And no more pleading.” I felt my eyes burn crimson, watching the warriors hail, each rising higher with every word I said. “We are the FireHeart Pack— born of ash, reborn in fire, and we do not bow!” The wind picked up, carrying my words over the lands. I saw mother giving a nod of approval, and this seemed to enlighten me

That exact moment paved the path to this ground for me. "The last competition is for the gold medal and the title Warrior King Or Queen." The Gamma leader stood up from his seat beside Alpha King Aramis, "And the two warriors who have been qualified for this final competition are the beta Tanner Knight of the Silver Hunters Pack and Phoenix Hart, a Gamma of The Dark Autumn Pack. I straightened my back, hearing my name while Tanner joined the stadium from the opposite side. The applause encouraged Tanner. He was a male werewolf, and everybody expected his victory right off the bat. The Alpha King Aramis smiled just a little. He looked proud of Tanner.

In the distant forest, thousands of warriors in red beast-skin armor poured out like a flood, rushing toward the tribe, and the earth trembled under the feet of these tiger-like warriors. "They are from the Red Tiger Tribe. These damned tiger brats, are they going to start a war?" On top of the city walls, an expert from the Ancient Wood Tribe sneered and said, "They are so stupid that they dare to attack our main city. We can even exhaust them to death if we don't kill them directly."

A cloud of danger over his face, and in one swift motion, he slammed me against the wall, his hands clenching around my waist. "Don't call me that," he growled in a low, menacing voice. For a moment, I really believed he would hurt me, but then his grip released, and he stepped backward, running a hand through his hair. I drew a hand through my pocket and held out to him the lighter he had - a tiger-patterned thing - I had swiped from his room earlier. He stared at it then at me. "What the hell? "It looked cool," I shrugged. He shook his head, reached for the lighter, and lit a cigar.