Unicorn Wars Azulin Novels & Stories

The others supported him with encouraging nods while I resisted the explosion of laughter broiling inside of me. I took a deep breath. "So what do you call yourselves," I scoffed. "Justice league? The Avengers? Fantastic Eleven?" I laughed. "Or simply Anti-Ripper?" They all seemed irked and annoyed by my laughter so I laughed even harder. "Just stop it!" The lady yelled. "Mum, kill him!" The young girl urged, hiding behind a tree at the back of the group of werewolves. "Shh, honey" The lady said to her shockingly wicked—or merely brainwashed— child. "It will be just a minute or two."

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

he yelled as I zipped the chain up of my boots. We drove off, Azrael driving us while two cars in front and two at the back. “Are we going on a war?” I asked in a low voice. “War? Huh, no…” we didn’t talk much on the way as I was getting nervous around Azrael, what people think about me never really mattered but now, it really got me worried that his subordinates hate me. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” He got down from the car and I kept on waiting. I heard someone firing and everyone panicked. “Stay here, I’ll see what the problem is” Azrael got down from the car too leaving me alone.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

“Of course I’m happy. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I’m only confused because my thoughts were so strong. I could hear that you’re my-“ I was cut off as Vincent Dawn, Alpha of my old pack Twilight Village ran up to our table. “Are you out of your mind, son?!” He asked Shaun in a loud and threatening whisper. With a side eye of Shaun’s sister, he lowered his voice more. “You should have taken my daughter Winnie as your Luna! What are you going to do with a common she-wolf?” Shaun furrowed his brows. “Excite how you speak to me.”

"My line requires a private word with your station." "Of course, Warlord Calder," Orion Greyclaw answers, his gay cadence smooth and completely fearless as he follows the leader outside. "Look at the small bone-carved fighter jet dangling from Zoraya's communication device," my inner wolf whispers, making my boots freeze as Aziel prepares to exit. "I spent seven suns rubbing my fingers raw to carve that exact ivory charm when we were young pups," I mutter in my head, remembering how Aziel had wept when he saw my bloodied paws wrapped in moss bandages back then.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"I don't just have the power of the Bronas now, I'll own your shares too, and plenty of Elders are backing me. No one will stand against the new order... nobody wants you!" "No, what you did was buy them off. You're handing over things that cost you nothing. Maybe a cut of Luna Nera, more territory for them... oh yeah, sure. Makes me wonder what the hell you'll even have left under your control after you start giving land away to the Bronas and those gators." A smile started pulling at my mouth as I saw straight through every one of her schemes. Alina had no idea what she'd thrown herself into chasing some stupid revenge. Even if I'd gone down today, she still wouldn't be safe from that pack

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Marion and I were among those gifted few. Marion’s ability was called Bloodfang Dominion, a powerful, albeit sinister, gift that granted him control over the wolves under his command. Through a binding blood oath, he could compel their unwavering obedience. However, that bond is weakened if a pack member doubts his leadership, making his control unstable over time. His abilities included Combat Enhancement, Crimson Roar, and Bloodfang Berserk. The latter triggered a surge of raw aggression, doubling his strength and speed for a short period. But it came at a cost, once the effects wore off, he would suffer from intense fatigue, leaving him vulnerable.