Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

I was dumbfounded, and I didn't understand why the Warriors didn't support each other against Rogues but slaughter each other. Elias clenched his fist. "Because they want to compete for the top spot. As I said, this is no longer a contest; it's more like a real war, and only the winner is the last one standing. Moreover, in the process of fighting with Rogues, warriors will kill them and steal the silver fangs that are worn around their necks. By the end of the third day, whoever is alive and has the most gamblers becomes the winner. So the warriors would hide in the forest to save their strength, usually until the last day they showed up and slaughtered each other."

Ready to defend themselves. It was the wrong move. Faster than the naked eye could see, something darts out from the trees, snatching a warrior and dragging him away. His blood-curdling screams could be heard for a few moments until he went silent and you heard his bones snapping under the chomp of something large. “Fuck.” Tobias said, eyes wide on where the warrior disappeared from. “Back up!” Alpha Brett began to draw the men back and into a tighter circle. At that moment the icy air shifted and a cold dense fog began to consume the area around us. Like smoke billowing from a fire. Yet there was no warmth in the eerie smog that consumed the forest.

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.

Wyatt mind linked me as he approached. "They have dart guns. Wolfsbane. Look out." I yelled as he narrowly dodged a dart coming at him. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Making sure that the warriors have a chance here." I say standing right on the boarder. I got hit again in the chest with a dart, but I still stood strong. I didn't go past the border but the warriors alerted us to when they had crossed the border. They were approaching from behind the hunters. "There's at least 12 that I've seen. They're running from tree to tree. Make sure that you have them outnumbered." I ordered the warriors.

The rogue growled, turning its focus onto her. The warrior jabbed the rogue with the staff. The rogue growled, launching itself within the distance of the staff, grabbing it and pulling the warrior up into the air by the staff. The warrior gave a groan as he landed on the opposite side. Its focus now on Zay and Logan, it growled low in its throat.

We make it almost thirty feet before Ryder slams into me, knocking me to the ground, just as the corner of the rabbit hutch explodes. Reese is at the trees, and Tobe is behind us, cowering against the side of the rabbit hutch. Four Warriors have us pinned down, and Ryder can't lean around the hutch far enough to get a shot at them. These Warriors are smarter than the ones out front; one of them always has a loaded gun, and the bullets don't let up.

These are rogues; they must have a leader. “They are rogues, very armed,” I continue mind linking. I watched as they ran past the tree, and they clashed with my pack. They started fighting, so I stayed up, killing rogues that were close to killing any of the warriors. I don’t know how long it has taken, but the rogues are dying, and I have killed many of them from the tree, but I ran out of arrows.

I asked. "Ya Viktor" Alpha confirmed, he was busy in his mobile. We moved towards the main road. George cleared his throat. "Hey Alpha, did you get the latest buzz?" He was smirking looking at me. I knew he was up to something. "No, what is it?" Jason asked. "One of our Warrior took his young student behind some trees and made out with her" he said with straight face. "Hey! Hey, that’s not what happened" I almost yelled at him.

The memories of that day, the last moment of happiness I had felt as my brother had given me a hug and taken the stage, his handsome face glowing with happiness. “MysticWarriors, my pack, was a very small one and ancient,” I answered. “We didn’t believe in fighting for power, we believed in peace and kept to ourselves. It has been like that for years. We were all powerful warriors by blood but having power and strength doesn’t mean needing to exercise it. That day we were taken by surprise and were heavily outnumbered. But we fought, to the end, till each one of us fell apart but…” “But…”

Thankfully, bodies had been removed, as the warriors that were with us from the Midnight Forest Pack, now all bandaged up, told us there had been a fair few of Crimson Night Pack Warriors on the floor, bloodied and injured, some even dead. I don’t even want to think about that. That is one element to my family being warriors I hate. The fact that a big part of that is the fighting, and the killing it can involve. And the way they seem to be so free in forgetting about it, and letting it go like it is literally nothing. Like it is part of their day job, which I guess it is really. But it just doesn’t sit right with me and puts me on edge. Yet most of the men in my family are warriors; my Dad,