Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

I raced off, shifting as I headed towards the direction the Wendigo was spotted. ‘Alpha! There’s three!’ Someone said through the link. ‘Fuck, use the weapons. I’m heading to the closest one now!’ I said as I sped through the building and between the trees. There it was, sniffing the air before it jumped onto one of my warriors. I leapt in, slamming it against the closest tree. It slashed out at me but I blocked it, tearing its arm off. It swiped down at me, clawing into my left arm. The fuckers sure were fast.

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

He desperately sought something or someone to direct his anger towards, even though he knew these wolves had no quarrel with him. A familiar voice came from behind him, stating, "I've told you before. True warriors are not defined by their strength alone, but by their skill in engaging and withdrawing on the battlefield." Tigreal quickly turned around to locate the source of the voice, feeling a sense of familiarity. The question "Who is this?" echoed in his heart.

One of the warriors looked at his horse and back to the tiger before gulping. Sly is a domestic trained tiger and was quite harmless to people but the appearance of a tiger is enough to send everyone running helter skelter. *** News reached the Autumn Pack palace that there was a girl riding a tiger towards Autumn town and might be in Autumn outskirt soon. "Are you sure of what you are saying?" Alpha Calhoun's son, Brian asked the messenger who nodded his head continuously. "Most farmers saw her," the messenger added. "Can you describe her?" Alpha Calhoun asked.

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.

Jake said, liking the plan more and more. “Alright, let’s get to work, Warriors,” Trick said loudly. “Tonight, we’ll avenge our brothers.”

Minutes later, two Banished warriors joined us, following me deep into the forest. “Is your barrier here?” I demanded. They looked at me in confusion before one shook his head. “No, Alpha. Not in this part.” I didn’t stop. I kept asking. Every few feet, I asked again. And again. And again. Until one of them froze. His head tilted, and he stepped toward a tree that looked no different from the rest. “Here,” he said. My heart roared to life. “Open it.” The warrior cut his palm, pressing his blood to the bark. A blinding light burst from the tree, swirling, pulsing, until it split open before us.

In the distant forest, thousands of warriors in red beast-skin armor poured out like a flood, rushing toward the tribe, and the earth trembled under the feet of these tiger-like warriors. "They are from the Red Tiger Tribe. These damned tiger brats, are they going to start a war?" On top of the city walls, an expert from the Ancient Wood Tribe sneered and said, "They are so stupid that they dare to attack our main city. We can even exhaust them to death if we don't kill them directly."

Then he stood and turned back toward the warriors. Rowan caught his eye. Liam nodded once. That was the signal. Rowan raised his arm. “Now!” The warriors surged forward. Suddenly the quiet forest exploded with noise. War cries ripped through the night as Blood Moon warriors burst from their hiding places. The rogues jumped to their feet in shock. They had been sitting beneath a massive tree, a fire crackling between them. A half-roasted deer hung over the flames, the scent of burning meat filling the air. For a brief moment, everything froze. Then chaos erupted.

He grabbed the warrior's arm, twisted it behind his back, and then delivered a brutal kick to the man's spine. The warrior fell to the ground, paralyzed from the waist down. The last warrior, seeing his comrades defeated so easily, tried to flee. Blaze was on him in an instant, his hand plunging into the man's chest. He ripped out the warrior's heart, holding it for a moment before tossing it aside. The courtyard fell silent, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the terrified onlookers. Blood pooled on the ground, a testament to Blaze's lethal efficiency. He stood amidst the carnage, unscathed and unperturbed, his gaze cold and emotionless.