Totem Warrior Novels & Stories

Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his. "Warrior, Pomelia was a promising novice. She is sweet, kind and understanding. She is walking into a lions and going to your cesspool of a pack. Treat her with the respect she deserves or the goddess will have dire consequences," the woman threatened him, her eyes beginning to glow as she smiled, revealing her teeth.

Few of them remained, and a cluster of three or four stood at the far end of the room with their heads bowed, either in fear or prayer. "What now?" Sam roared. A warrior knelt before him, his hair clutched in Sam tight grip. "You call yourselves the best White Wolf's Clan warriors? Why are you tucking your tails now? Are you fucking scared of us?" He twisted and slammed the warrior face into a nearby wall, again and again until blood smeared the surface and the warrior face caved in on itself. Melo chuckled. "Pitiful, pathetic authority. Who would have known their weakness was always the people? The very same people who committed crime against them! Their kindness will be their sweetest down

She took out the wolf comb and stared at it, gently caressing it. Then she turned towards the vanity mirror. "I will wear this," she declared. "It's a beautiful, totem comb, my lady, from where did you get it?" Emily asked. "It belongs to my mother, what is a totem?" "A totem is like, and insignia. All packs have a totem. The two warrior wolves which you see in the throne room is the insignia of the royal family," Emily explained. "So whichever pack would be having this insignia, that would be my mother's pack?" She asked.

He had beard and moustache and was wearing black Salwar kamiz with a light brown wasket. "Thank you so much Dad." Abraham looked really thankful. Aban Chaudhary was driving he smiled listening to Abraham thank him again and again. "She is just like Waniya. You'd have a hard time." He commented and Abraham shivered just thinking of what Waniya would want to do to Minahil. "Dad please ask Waniya not to do anything now. I'd always be thankful to you." "Waniya wouldn't do anything." "Are you sure? Do you think she would let any of us live peacefully after hearing that you didn't break a bottle on Minahil's head and that you didn't got her expelled. And She would just kill me with tantrums."

I agreed and walked with him, further away from the rest of the brawling. Walking with Tanner he ambly chatted about his life. Tanner was the lead warrior in this pack. He had a mate, who was once a rogue and stumbled upon her when he was on his first ever patrol of the border. He has a pup on the way and I have never seen anybody prouder of their own family. As we got away from the warriors, we took position facing each other, now in full fighting position.

There are about thirty people here who correspond to all the werewolves that bow down to Henry's law and judgment. We march until we're in the center of the room until all that separates me and the two alphas is one single step. I bow my head with gritted teeth, hating the gesture, but forced to do so by the law. My parents repeat the gesture as my father leaves to stand next to Henry, as the warrior of the pack, this is his mission.

Summer (dryly): Don’t sound so surprised. Rowen: Not surprised, Breeze. Shock and awe. I snort. Smooth bastard. Zak rolls his eyes. We know those three—Rowen, Jared, and Summer—are basically already mated. If they’re not a trio, I’ll eat my fucking shoe. Nathan: Who do we need to summon? Summer: Kanati—the Cherokee guardian of the hunt. And Huitzilopochtli—the Aztec god of war. Well damn. Shit just got real.

Talent is common, silence is rare. “A man who can forge a history so convincing is a man who can sell that history to the highest bidder. We could not afford him selling it twice.” I reach into the crate and pull out a totem. It’s a crude object. Femur bones, wolf, likely, though perhaps deer, lashed together with stiff, blackened rawhide strips. Feathers, dyed a deep, rusty crimson that mimics dried arterial blood, hang from the joints. Carved into the bone is a symbol. A jagged, stylized maw, open and hungry.

He has a Maori tattoo on his face that's called a Ta Moko. "This is a story set back in my tribe. My tribe valued all life in the forest, especially the wolves. They were strong and powerful, something we aspire to be. They were our constant reminder to stay strong, especially for the ones we loved. 70 years ago, there was a woman named, Aroha with a great calling set upon her life. She was to become a great female warrior. She was betrothed to the top warrior of her tribe, Kingii. It was a great honour. As the day came to prepare for her marriage, a visiting tribe came to set business with her father, the chief. The visiting tribe's chief, named Mana, laid his eyes on the female warrior. An