Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

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.

"Do you enjoy watching sunsets?" "Yes, especially when I'm watching it together with you." ***** MARCUS was hiding in a large tree while secretly watching Althaia and her tribesmen in the middle of her yard. He's been back in Montgomery for a few weeks and has been keeping a close eye on Althaia's pack's activities. He noticed a significant change in the werewolf tribe. The once joyful and peaceful community is now engulfed in violence and terror. A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash.

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.

“Enemy Warriors. You are entering the Firehole River Pack Territory. Retreat now. If you cross on to our land, we will consider it an act of war and we will fight you to the death!” No one stopped. The enemy crossed over, smugly thinking that Bruce was with only two other wolves. Bruce and the other two warriors shifted, and then twenty more wolves stepped out of the trees behind them, lending their support. I could see the enemy leader falter but continue to come forward. He was trained well. Too bad it wasn’t going to be enough.

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.”

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 became fully aware of my presence now so that he started to tremble and crawl backward… while I paced forward. “No.. no. Stay back!” He voiced but I kept creeping forward. “Stop coming close!” He bawled in his fright and then I stopped walking. And then I bent down to pick up a fairly thick branch from the tree that had fallen. I broke the branch into two and then I swiftly spun and threw both of them simultaneously away into a distance at an angle to my right. Both pieces of wood went streaking furiously through the air… and then slammed into the bodies of the two warriors who had been getting away.

They were her strength and she needed them now more than ever. Tessa's head snapped to the tree line when growls filled the air. She stood inhaling the pungent stench of rotting flesh that only Rogues possessed. "They're close! Everyone shift and fall in," she ordered, taking her spot in the front with Cadence as the warriors prepared for battle.