Warrior Blue Novels & Stories

We reached the arena’s door and I pulled on my jacket waiting as Aurora took the handle to pull it open. As usual eyes fell on me but it was nothing new seeing as I was used to it. Today, unlike the party where they had all seen me glammed up, I was dressed in my pack’s – Blue Claw – warrior outfit. It was what I had to fight in. Fitted brown leathered pants, armored straps attached to the sleeves of my shirt and a jacket where I could hide my knives should in case I would need them in a fight.

Goosebumps appear on my arms as the thought settles in. I'm hyperaware of Ryan's accelerated breath on the back of my neck as he closes his eyes in concentration. These aren't regular men; these are warriors hardened by loss and the struggle to survive, willing to sacrifice their own lives for the cause. Nathan draws a dagger from a belt holster. As one, we mimic his actions, and the small crowd seems to hold their breath. When Nathan gets up and out into the open, Ryan nudges me to repeat his actions. It makes sense for Nathan's most trusted soldier to be on the front line, and yet, I didn't even ponder that I'd be alongside them.

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…”

The ground was slick with blood, and the air was thick with the smell of salt, iron, and death. A warrior charged at me from the right, raising his sword high. His skin was a sickly shade of blue, his eyes were glowing like deep ocean water. His movements were quick, too quick. I barely had time to block as his blade came down hard, and the force rattled my arms. I gritted my teeth and pushed back, twisting my wrist to deflect his strike. He stumbled slightly, and I seized the opening, slashing my sword across his chest. Dark blue blood sprayed into the air as he let out a gurgling hiss, dropping to the ground.

My eyes burned, and lungs clawed. “More!” Daniel barked somewhere from the dark, and half a dozen Blue Moon warriors rushed into the clearing. Two warriors lit magnesium flares, and threw them toward us turning the night into a blistering white sheet. We were not ready for this cheap attack. Shade had to move back. Razor took advantage and crawled away, shifting into his human.

Was Bradley really Blue’s father? “Spending the rest of my life with someone is a big ask.” After a long moment, Marian resumed in gathering Blue’s hair at the top of her head. The hair that had never been agreeable sat it one perfect mass in a way Blue had never been able to—hair would always break free and stick out in a fuzzy halo and only hair spray would save her… and yet there she was. Face free of makeup. Hair just as it had been as a child. The same weary smile forced to appease her agitating mother and left hand bare of any man’s promise. In ten years, nothing had changed. Perhaps nothing ever would.

I don't have to look up to see meet them at eye level, which means I am just as tall. Talking about eye level. Dimitri and Penelope have these insane gold eyes that I have never in my life seen another wolf have before. There aren't even any stories documenting this eye color so that has to mean it is specifically for the protectors of the warriors of the moon. You can see they have a shield on their hind legs which have to be their mark for being our protectors. Penelope has a shield made of black while Dimitri has one made of a dirty blonde color that matches my fur. Raven came into this weak and fragile, but you would never guess that from how powerful her wolf is. It's almost frightening

He must be foolish if he thinks I can't disarm him in a second. I start to circle him slowly, "this is not going to end well for you." Just then, a few of the Blue Cresent Warrior jumped out of the shadows. "Stay on, Nox. I can handle these pups." Beta Frank slashes through a warrior like a hot knife through butter. Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter.

We collided, claws and teeth flashing in the dark. But I was too angry. My rage made me reckless. Marcus took advantage of an opening in my attack and sank his teeth into my back leg. Searing pain sent me stumbling. Then Lila shifted. A silver she-wolf. Beautiful and deadly. They ganged up on me. I was quickly outmatched. Blood poured from a dozen wounds, staining the warehouse floor red. Finally, I crashed to the ground, unable to get up. Marcus and Lila shifted back, looming over me.

Observing every loop and holes to get the real intent behind her question. "Hmmm... Wonderful...!!!" He said. "Do you mean... that... it's going to be just the last time we're going to be together...?" Somira asked, looking so downcasted. Attending to them, a bar attendant came over to meet them with his oval-shaped tray, and on it were the glasses of drinks which the couple seated behind them ordered for. This time, it was a male personnel. He was looking so handsome and dashing in his sky blue coloured shirt, and a pair of black trousers... well tucked in... with his designers' belt neatly placed in packaging. His hair was obviously black, with a little at one end, tinted in yellowish gold