Twigbranch Warriors の小説・ストーリー

But this is war, and I’ve had to mentally brace myself to lose some of the good men and women that are in our pack. She gets dressed quickly, and we walk downstairs hand-in-hand. Harold and I decided on taking the trucks loaded with tree stumps. We spent a good portion of yesterday dividing them into the four trucks that will lead the warriors into the battle. With the trucks, we can at least get some of our more injured pack members back quickly so Yara has a chance to save them. But the first line of attack will be us dumping these tree stumps onto Brady’s borders to spring his traps and blow his explosives. Since I’m full of nervous energy, I have a couple warriors get in the truck to dri

A warrior thought it was a good idea to catch the whip the twins were using to kill his warrior brothers. The twins looked at the warrior then Rayne stepped away from Misty. Rayne pulled her whip and swung it around the warriors neck. Misty ran towards the warrior, slid to the ground between the warriors legs, hopped up, then jerked her whip towards her. All you heard was the scream of the warrior as his hands were severed, then Rayne showed him mercy by jerking her whip taking the warrior’s head off. .

Alexander grabbed two Blackwood warrior's head and pressed them together, growling in anger as their heads cracked and broke to pieces. He held the hand of another warrior and threw him up in the air before rushing to another and stabbing him in the chest with his claws. He grabbed his beating heart, pulled it out, and watched as he fell to the ground, never to wake again. He was about to face another one when he heard a loud growl behind him. He turned just in time as a dagger passed by his face, missing it by a hair's breadth. The dagger flew and got embedded into one of White Phoenix pack warriors, bringing him down instantly.

Silas felt his blood boil with anger at the sight of his old nemesis. Stiles used to be part of the wolves Alex trained when they were growing up. They never liked each other and were competitive. Although, because Alex focused of Silas more than any other wolf, Stiles could not best him in a sparring match. Still Stiles was very good as a warrior wolf. He was also ambitious that he left the clan and went to form a rogue pack of his own. No wonder they fought without honor, Silas thought. They are just like their leader. Well, it’s just going to be like old times then… Silas was wrong.

I just need some dry twigs. At Kevin's gesture, the warriors look for dry branches, and place them on the ground, in front of the warrior, who doesn't waste time- He sits on the floor, cross-legged. The warrior who had been nicknamed a nerd, makes a little smile and takes revenge: - Be careful not to burn your little worm. Everyone bursts out laughing.

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

Turning I take off to find Lily in this mess. Alex POV As I came through the trees, I could see our warriors were holding their own with the number of rogues that were present. We had increased the number of warriors on each border, and I could only pray to the Moon Goddess it was enough to protect the Pack. As I jumped into the fray, I heard warriors from the two other borders. They were being hit with a second wave of rogues. Looking at my team here, the head warrior nodded to me, mind-linking, “Go, we have this,” he says with confidence. “Be sure to capture one for interrogation afterwards,” I remind him through our mind-link.

The implied context was terrifying. “They are the basic brawler infantry of the Birchmen, their armor is made from a line of misshapen twigs, that I can only surmise to have grown from their mud like carapace. Their weapons are spears and axes, which are made from twisted dry wooden vines. The metal is a crude black iron, weak but can cut through flesh.” A primitive enemy, by all accounts. She thought to herself. “Why Fangsworn?”