Twigbranch Warriors Novels & Stories

Instead, he got off the horse and strode to Cathal. "Minister Bringe, I have no intentions of attacking you or harming you. However, I cannot disregard my Lord's orders too. So, I have no choice other than to attack you." Kristoff put forth the predicament he was in and immediately after, he pulled his sword out. Cathal too did not hesitate to pull out his weapon and the next moment, a fight ensued between the two men.

Drake said while putting covering his eyes in frustration, sometimes he wondered why he hired Katie, she wasn’t a terrible PR manager but trying to get an interview with a man who just lost his nephew to a war, a war that Drake had not only profited from but sold weapons to the other side. “He’ll tear into me and savor it.” Drake explained leaning forward “You’ll do a good job defending yourself, we need to set the record straight and Brian’s got a large audience.” Katie said while wiping the sweat from her brows. Flashback ends “I don’t know Brian, I haven’t killed anyone yet.” The newsman smiled dropped a bit, so that’s the game Drake wanted to play, well he could play it too, Brian though

Adrian swung his gun toward the stairwell. “Strike squad! They’ve found us!” Dozens of shadows surged upward hunters in silver armor, moving too fast and, too precise to be human. Crowe tilted his head slightly, silver light flashing in his eyes. “Not mine. They’re Silver Hounds bio-soldiers bred by Dr. Alaric.” Evelyn sprang up, thumbed the safety, and let three rapid rounds fly. One creature toppled, but instead of red the blood shimmered silver, hissing as it slicked across the concrete.

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.

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.

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,