Totem Warrior Novels & Stories

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

Detok was built like an athlete, slim toned muscles in the right places, he would had been a menace on the field had he decided to get training from the numerous legendary fey warriors in the winter court, after all learning under refrot was allowed, any form of violence around the vicinity of the court itself was met by overwhelming power and cruelty by refrot himself, such dissidence was frowned upon by the god and deity of winter, power struggles were for outside the court, whoever won would then present himself or herself to refrot. Detok may indeed had never been a warrior, but his mind was another thing entirely, it would later become a saying, “as cunning and devious as detok”. Seeing

The moonlight danced upon her fur, casting an otherworldly glow that mirrored the MoonWar totem adorning my shirt. In that awe-inspiring moment, the realization dawned upon me. The embroidered totem on my shirt, a symbol I had previously dismissed as mere decoration, now revealed its true significance. It was intricately woven to depict Allora's majestic wolf form, a representation of her primal connection to the MoonWar legacy. As Allora embraced her lupine essence, her newfound form radiated with an indomitable spirit, embodying the raw power and grace that defined the MoonWar lineage. The realization left me in a state of awe, a profound appreciation for the deep-rooted bond between Allor

"Today we embark on a journey to protect what is ours, and whom we love." His gaze found mine briefly. My breath caught in my throat at his expression. I'd never seen him so commanding and powerful than in that moment. He carried the pride and rage from all of his pack members within him. Tor was ready to fight to the death for every single one of them. "Together we will annihilate these burners once and for all!" Tor roared across the ranks of his people. Chills ran up my spine as the warriors lifted their fists and let out a fierce battle cry.

" we're not sure Alpha Tyler as we said, once the warrior cried out in pain our focus shifted to him " " Men have a sniff around and see if you can find anything, make sure to keep the sample secure, Beta Trevor stay with my men and Alpha Teejan please take me to see the warrior who was hurt and the others that were present, by the way what is the warriors name who was hurt? just so I know how to address him " "oh yes sorry, Ivo his name is Ivo Turke him and his older brother Evo are Seventh generation warriors " " very impressive, well I imagine that injury would do a lot to his pride then "

"They will swarm you. They will use their numbers, their hierarchy, and their cheap political tricks to crush you. If you cannot handle three elite beta warriors in my ring, you will never survive the summit when you return." Before I could even settle into a defensive stance, Vance raised his hand. "Begin." The three warriors didn't hesitate. They moved as a synchronized pack, splitting up instantly to flank me. The largest warrior—a brute named Torin—charged straight down the center, his massive, calloused fists aiming a crushing strike toward my jaw. I ducked beneath his blow, my sneakers slipping slightly on the fresh snow, but as I pivoted to strike his exposed ribs, the second warrior

“I'm not climbing. I'm tired, and I want to eat.” Toya is less harsh in her refusal because she knows Eve has a temper, and, for some weird reason, she always picks on Toya the most. Maybe because of the five of us, Toya is the next strongest compared to my sister, and that threatens her. Toya is tough, boyish, and athletic. Even without her wolf, she is strong, energetic, and pretty fearless. Without tribrid breeding, she will make a great femme guard one day. A real warrior who wants to follow in her mom’s footsteps and train to be in the elite guard. Maybe even the sub-pack.