Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

they were all dressed shabbily like your typical rogues, ripped trousers and some of them with their torso’s bare, their clothes were ripped and looked as though they’d been overworn and now threadbare, dirty and blood stained… guessing from all their brutal training and hunting! By now the warriors behind me would be able to sense and see them too, I waited for the right moment, I wanted them just below us so we could attack unexpectedly from above. I pulled up my hood put on my mask and held up my fist in view of Matt again and held my fingers up straight. As they got closer, I put each finger down counting down from five to one to attack...3-2-1... I slid off the branch and let myself dro

She wouldn’t… She couldn’t… “Abigail,” I said slowly, “are you positive that Vivian was the one to orchestrate this?” Her mouth opened, but before she could speak, there was a shout from outside the barn. “Alpha! Come quick!” I turned and ran out, Abigail following close behind. My Beta was standing near the tree line, wrestling with another rogue. This one was bigger than the others, and he was putting up a hell of a fight. The warriors that had been loading the bodies into the trucks rushed over to help, and together they managed to pin the rogue to the ground. One secured the rogue’s wrists while he struggled on his belly.

He was breathing heavily and he couldn't utter a word as his spine has been affected due to the great fall. "Climbing the tree will save you, right?" I asked, coming out of my hiding place only to face the rogue that now stood close to the warrior on the ground, ready to eat him up. The warrior regained energy as soon as he saw the rogue standing next to him with ferocious growls coming out of its lips. "Didn't you break your spine?" I asked, my voice filled with laughter as the warrior screamed, unable to run away anymore. The rogue's presence held him down without magic.

As we descended into the subterranean colosseum, the noise became overwhelming. Two thousand warriors filled the stone tiers of the cavern. These were the Shadow Warriors—the battle-scarred outcasts of the Dead Woods. They were alphas, betas, and omegas who had been rejected by their birth packs, criminals who had survived the brutal winter wilderness, and veterans of forgotten border wars. They didn't wear uniforms; they wore heavy furs, iron chains, and leather straps over bodies covered in jagged claw scars. They were savage, and radiated a volatile pressure.

I screamed as I cut another rogue down. The Blackstone warriors are using their gifts to restrain the rogues with vines and cut each one down. Others are sending blasts their way and causing them to snap their spines against trees, and then I see Aiden pummeling through the sea of rogues that are trying to overtake Ironclaw.

Chapter 16: The Night Is Always Dark When the wind ripped through the trees and whistled through the rafters of the lodge, the air that rushed in blew the tension and denial right out the windows. Whispers murmured in hushed tones, and barely heard over the crackling fire. Warriors walked with quietly chosen purpose, honing blades, rechecking munitions, bolstering strategies that would shortly be put in motion. This was no longer just about Bryan.

"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army." We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away. I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection. "Hold on, little bird," he whispered. I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh

She nods waving me off as I take off frustrated that I had almost learned her big secret. As I run toward the eastern border, I hear that there are half a dozen rogues fighting our warriors. We only have two warriors on the border patrol, with a couple more rotating between the various borders. Wendy is one of the warriors on the eastern border having just gotten out of her cell time. As I come upon the scene, I see two rogues attacking each warrior. I could feel the others close but not close enough.

He defeated the five hundred rogues with Gerald. Now Gerald was already defeated along with his five hundred companions, there are still five hundred rogues left in the central part of the pack. Alpha Bryan immediately searched for the enemies, and he found out that his warriors were fighting with the rogues. Last time he saw his warriors was the day before Andrea came back in the South pack. They were very weak at that time because almost all the warriors were affected by the disease. But now, he sees them strong and wins over the rogues. Alpha Bryan believed that Andrea healed them. After they win against the one thousand rogue, Alpha Bryan told his warriors to clean up the mess. After the