Warrior's Path Book Novels & Stories

“Even the Moon Readers can’t explain it.” Tharion paced like a caged animal fighting his doubts and fears. He knew the war would be lost without the Goddess Warrior or the Tiger Warrior. Tharion’s mind link to Kaelan crackled with static—battle preparations were already underway, but the moment Kaelan caught the edges of Kaplan’s pain through the bond, his response was immediate. Hold on. I’m coming.

“—doesn’t work like that, Nate, you know that!” “They were trying to isolate the neural pathways—” “…warlocks always think they can use standard scientific—” And I gave up, because none of it made any sense to me. Jared leaned in closer to me and said, “They’re always like this. Don’t let it bother you.” “They’re deciding if they’re going to help me or kill me,” I muttered back. “I’m bothered.”

Erriene said in that soft but firm voice of his that always made Alarick’s crotch give a twitch. Kill him, a mocking voice said in his head, He disrespected you. He took the sword and dragged his finger on the carvings. It was Maudinian. ‘Dir ylemi er zi nie rata cogadh anns treubh.’ (There is no war in the tribe.) A quote from a frost giant’s legend, about a great frost giant warlord and his weaknesses, his people, his family and his enemies. There was one special sword for each one of them.

It did not matter even if today was my 18th birthday, I still had to go through my routine. To others I was still a kid but then I was the first female Beta ever since werewolves walked through the earth. I liked the feel of working amongst several male werewolves. It gave me a sense of equality and it was what I admired and craved for. "Align!!" I ordered, in a loud voice as I walked into the training grounds. The training grounds were not far from the borders of the pack. At my words, the soldiers that were scattered around formed a straight line. Their eyes were set straight and they stood ramrod straight.

She had made decisions without consulting him and he had tried to be patient, trying to earn her trust and her heart. There were moments he thought they had a breakthrough and then something would happen. He would screw up. Her secrets. There was just too much moving in the shadows and darkness. Along with the appearance of this witch runner, his fated mate shattering before him, the conniving Amato bloodline trying to wield power they thought they had, the pressure from the Elder Council, and the World Council’s inevitable interference were all heavy on his back. The floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he reached the edge of the bed. His body loomed over the bed. His shadow overtook her

River's fingers trailed the spine of the next book, its leather cover worn smooth by countless readings. "The Lame Warrior's Triumph," she whispered, opening the pages to reveal the tale of Kaid. Thane's eyes sparkled with curiosity as River began to read: "Kaid, a warrior injured in battle, was deemed unfit for later battles. Yet, he refused to accept fate's dictate. Instead, he honed his mind, sharpening his wit and strategic thinking." As River spoke, Thane's imagination conjured Kaid's determined face, his eyes burning with a fire that would not be extinguished.

I wasn't ready to be a Luna of a dove, bowing down and smiling gibberish to the people and my so-called Alpha or speaking unnecessary items with the women, I wanted to be a Luna of steel, a warrior Luna as I fight and take off every infiltrating rogue and supernatural dangerous enemies that seem to be poking around to cause a stir. I've lived all my life fighting, I never had a teacher except my and my father exiled all the female warriors in the Red Stone Pack to prevent me from learning from them while growing up. The male warriors were never seen around the Pack mansion as he knew that I would ask for their guidance.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Trio of strength We round the corner and my stomach turns at the sight, I take in the scene unfolding in front of me hundreds of warriors fighting in the wolf and human forms, The pretty gravel path usually lined with flowers is littered with injured bodies, the thick green grass stained red with the blood of fallen warriors from both sides. The peaceful grounds in uproar all because of one man wanting what he cannot have.

They would spend weeks if not longer draining them of their blood, sexually abusing them and using them up in every way before completely draining them of blood then vandalizing their bodies and leaving their remains scattered around the small Texas town. “We sent in young Patrick. He was the only man we had that wasn’t built like a damn ox. The little young buck was talking up a big game about how he was going to fix them and show them who is king shit. When we entered the warehouse he was cowardly up into the fetal position and I swear to you he was sucking his thumb crying for his father to come and save him.” Adrik laughs, recounting the story. Patrick was the youngest warrior only joini