Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

I didn't really want to talk about Jayne or David though because it was still too painful to think about the both of them - even Link ignored it if it ever came up as a topic of conversation and we had never talked about it with each other. I smiled to myself as we finally crossed the line for my territory. I knew my warriors would be here any second because they would smell Bradley and that meant they would smell a rogue but the moment they saw he was with me, they would back the hell down and they would simply escort us back to the house. And, right on cue, three wolves appeared out of the trees with their teeth bared and the sound of their growls filling the empty space around us. They ha

“Oh this? It’s the only thing I’m good at. I’m only good at making trees.” “What does it say?” I asked, running my fingers through the picture. Jos grinned at me, amazed to know that I could sense her picture had a hidden meaning. “The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that

“Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?” I raised an eyebrow. He frowned deeply, thinking over my conclusion. The silence stretched as I resisted the urge to break it with a different question. “It hasn’t been easy for me,” he finally said, his voice clipped. “I had to take over the leadership when my parents were killed in a rogue attack.” “I’m really sorry about your parents.” I replied sincerely. He nodded, lips tight. “So how old are you?” I asked. He looked young. “I’m 24.”

I barreled into the warrior on Bryan’s left side, giving another member of the unit to rush back toward the other side of the bridge. Bryan was fighting his way back to me. The other warrior, who served as his partner, slashed and clawed through the enemies that tried to hold them back. Then, I saw the small group heading toward him. I leaped to cut them off, growling at them. They snarled and lunged at me. I dodged their first attack, countering with a swipe of my claws, staggering as my legs felt like they would give out due to the pain. Using my larger size, I slammed them back against the side of the bridge. Two yelped as they rolled over the side and plummeted into the rushing waters be

The young warriors, on the other hand, were a bit inexperienced and naive. "Alpha Daryl?" one of the warriors asked, his face lighting up with recognition. Uncle Daryl nodded curtly, his expression softening slightly. "Welcome back, Alpha. We are sorry for keeping you waiting," the warrior said, opening the gate for us to drive through. As we entered the pack's territory, I couldn't help but notice how different everything looked. The trees seemed taller, and the branches seemed to sway in unison as if they were welcoming Uncle Daryl back after a long hiatus. The air seemed fresher, and the scent of pine and cedar wafted through the car window.

The further we go into the forest, the air thickens with blood and chaos as we approach the eastern border. Rogue! Many of them. “ Form up!” I commanded through the link, the warriors wasted no time following the order as my bones cracked. The shift came instantly, where a massive white wolf lunged forward, ripping through the first rogue that dared to step in his way, sending him into a tree and killing him instantly.

But before I could, a whip cracked in the air and landed on the back of one of the rogues. That one yelped and curled back. The other ones were forced to stop. They looked out for the direction of the whip. “Who are you! Show yourself!” “Alpha Killian?” I mumbled in shock, sighting a figure lodged in between the tree branches, a long whip in his hands. Tawai! “Awch!” Another of the rogues cried out again as the whip cracked on his back. “Retreat! Retreat!” The rogues' leader roared.

Ryle calmly asked, raising her brow. “Who are you to question?” Bruce growled. He’s one of our more traditional males who believes that women aren’t made to fight. They are made to be seen and not heard. Ryker bristled at Bruce’s comment. “My name is Ryker RedFang and she,” he pointed to his sister, “is my sister, Ryle RedFang and we are RedFang Defense, your Elite warrior trainers and my sister is your future Luna.” he smirked.

Collin knew that she had something to do with what had happened. While Collin was looking at that, a mind link came from one of his warriors and he opened the link. ‘alpha! The trees are fighting against us, many of our own are trapped on the trees by their branches. It’s bad I think there is a witch working with them!’ Collin’s eyes went back to Sasha who was still holding a tree with her lips moving, it was clear now to Collin that his warriors being trapped on trees was all Sasha’s doing. ‘Tell them to rest a big and I will handle things this side.’ Collin told the warrior.

Jeremiah cried, he then turned toward the giant living tree that he currently stood upon, “Mr. Trent, attack them!” The Trent warrior swung its giant hand in the brother’s direction. In response to the attack, Jayden shot a freezing ray against the tree’s long wooden branch as it became ice and then destroyed into pieces. But, just like before, the tree could regenerate the broken branch. Jeremiah suddenly felt limp, ‘The tree regeneration cost plenty of my mana, I need to finish them faster!’ After the giant living tree completely recovered, it quickly launched another attack on the brothers, and correspondingly, Jayden and Carson were ready to counter the attack.