Totem Warrior Novels & Stories

All their strategies would end up being useless in front of Volar and these mere war tactics could not make their enemy surrender. Although Kristoff did not have any intentions to fight against Eldrick, he had no choice. He was the Commander of the army and it was his duty to lead his men in the battle. He could not allow personal feelings to hinder him in his goals and above all, he was fighting for his motherland. So, he had to take part in the battle unwillingly, even if it meant he would be fighting his possible son-in-law in the future.

"The lowest ranked on the totem pole." I frowned feeling slightly ill. "Tell me what it means to be the lowest on the totem pole, and please be completely honest." "It would mean that you are the last to be considered and the first to be sacrificed. You have no voice in disputes. A Second will always be above you. You would be watched to make sure you don't mingle too closely with the humans because Thirds with no memories of our history are our biggest threat. Thirds handle all of our dirtiest jobs from killing humans who are undesirable to testing metal to see if it's silver. And being a Third means that you will never be more than the lowest on the totem pole."

It looked really cute. “That looks perfect for my right-hand woman.” I said nonchalantly. Tora looked at me in shock. “Are you serious? You want me as your right hand?” “Dead serious! Jax was the King’s right hand and top warrior, and now he’s my top warrior and most trusted advisor for all things lycan. If you guys are going to be mates, then I need someone to help litigate with inter-species conflicts. Who better than you for that?” I shoved a fork full of pancake in my mouth and then smiled at her.

Tara’s POV Sharp eyes of a wolf gazed into mine. The statue was massive, or rather the totem was massive. A large pillar containing the carving of a wolf towered over me, with thousands of smaller symbols etched around the sides of the totem in some foreign language. The echo of a howl carried in the breeze. A tiny hand squeezing mine brought me back to reality. I looked down at my daughter. She was wearing an adorable unicorn jacket with the hood that made her hair all puffy afterwards, and my hand squeezed back.

It was a ferocious and menacing Wolf King Totem. Suddenly, the totem came to life! The Wolf King opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar, sending sound waves rippling through the air. Caught off guard, Chase coughed up blood on the spot. "What the hell is this thing?" he exclaimed as his expression changed dramatically. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and hastily retreated. Two Wolf King Totems peeled themselves from the wall. They exuded a savage and murderous aura as they lunged straight at Chase.

Without a Delta, the pack would fall. Warrior- The pack's fighter. Their sole purpose is to help the Alpha protect the pack from enemy threats. They are in charge of training and defense of the pack. This role is neither ascribed or achieved, this role is chosen by a single mark on the arm. A Warrior is a pack member chosen by the Moon Goddess to protect the pack.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

One could feel the suppression even when standing far away from it. As the totem of the barbarians, the Wolfire was fierce in nature. For over a thousand years, no one had succeeded in taming one, and no one dared to do it too. However, that Wolfire did not look fierce. There was a rope around its neck; it looked tamed. The crowd cheered when they saw the Wolfire. "Wolfire! The totem! The enchanted beast! It really is the totem!" "So they were telling the truth. A Wolfire is accompanying General Lukas! Is this the gods' will?"

After all, warriors at the peak did not just appear anywhere. Only a small minority of the warriors in the Whirling World could stand at the peak. Warriors at the peak made up for less than a thousandth of the warriors there. Furthermore, those warriors were mostly gathered at Toman City, and would not mix around with regular warriors. So, the regular warriors were only able to talk about these warriors at the peak, but never got to meet one.

It was the voices of those trapped in it crying out in defiance and rage. In response to the totem's call, the surrounding forest came alive with movement. From the shadows emerged a multitude of rogue wolves, drawn to the sound of their fallen brethren's cries. They converged upon the clearing, their eyes gleaming with feral hunger and obedience. Guinevere stood at the center of the gathering horde, her cloak swirling around her like a whisperer of the darkness that she was. She raised the totem high above her head, the pulsating energy of the captured power radiating from within.