Novel & Cerita Warrior Suffixes

Luca exits the room with a nod as Harry, James, Tony, and Leah follow him. “Warriors...” “Crescent Warriors, Luna,” Tony interrupts her from the doorway. “I’m sorry, what?” Luna Cassia asks him, confused. “We’re Delta Athenas Crescent Warriors,” he says proudly, showing Cassia his marking. One of the other warriors elbows Tony in the side, glaring at him. “Ow! What?” he asks with a shrug. “Do you all bear her mark?” Cassia asks. “Yes, Luna,” the warriors all say at once.

All the warriors seem to push the females off and out of the way as they all get to their feet and surround Zachariah. Zachariah smiles and lets out a low whistle. The warriors that were waiting outside the door come walking in and the small room seems even smaller. The warriors all look at each other before one takes a slow step forward, bowing his head. The others soon follow suit. These warriors actually have a brain in their heads, knowing when to fight and when to surrender. Three of Zachariah warriors move to the front, standing just behind Zachariah. They have special gloves on their hands as they hold silver cuffs. The 9 warriors all whimper but don't resist as the three warriors ste

Shifting is a nasty business, not to forget the pain. Being around family helps ease the pain just a little. Class 3 will be a choice going forward. Class 3 is for those wanting to continue becoming pack warriors or part of the Elite teams. Class four, which I belong to, is for those that want to specialize either in being Elite or Alpha/Luna Guards, and your training is determined based on your skill set levels. You can call Elite Warriors the Special Ops or Tactical team; only a few details of their training are; only Gamma Theo and his 2nd will know since they oversee those training sessions. Lastly, we have the Alpha/Luna Guards, which is self-explanatory but doesn't help. They specializ

Followed by a Gamma, whose main function is to protect her. Then follows Mathew, yeah, the name appears in her mind because he is currently holding that title (the head of the warriors) and because she is so proud of him. Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues.

He revealed. "Hmmmm!" I hummed. The Iron Claw Warriors were the sword of the werewolf kingdom. They were the werewolf king's army and they were usually led by warrior leaders. The Iron Claw Warriors were to directly participate in the war and Erbot was also a warrior and one of the four leaders of the Iron Claw Warriors.

I headed down the hall and in a moment I was standing outside where the warrior stood with the horse I was going to ride on. Gareth stood close by, his hands crossed behind his back as he scanned the surroundings. Every warrior stood in their positions. Ready and alarmed. I whistled to Gareth, asking him to come over. “My liege,” he bowed as I swung myself onto the horse. “Protect this pack with your life. Prove to me that you deserve the title of my beta. Earn it.” Just as I said the words, loud growls erupted from the tree lines. My eyes darted in that direction just to see my warriors guarding the borders. They were moving back and forth the tree lines—not afraid, but cautious, like they

TAWNY 4 MONTHS EARLIER For weeks we trained the Cambiador warriors. Taking a page out of MacTire’s book and splitting the warriors into five groups. Alpha, Beta, and Delta platoons. The other two platoons were named Gamma divisions. They were the warriors that would stay behind and protect the Kingdom’s capital. Then there were the new recruits, the younger werecats - the Zeta team. It was their job to act as enforcers in emergencies until they came of age or moved up to the gamma divisions.

I would rather be called an Alpha if Dominic and I end up mated in the future—that’s if the Moon Goddess pairs us as each other’s second chance. For the next hour, the two of us enjoy the silence the office has to offer, chipping away at the cheesecake. Today, we are discussing which wolves are ready to become Hunters- and Trackers-in-training. We refer to these wolves as HITs and TITs, and honestly, I hated these nicknames. Since I begin training these wolves, both Hunters and Trackers have been training together, sharing their knowledge and working towards becoming stronger with new skills. It is why we have been debating on a new name for our wolves—Warriors. Dominic and Christian kept th

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."

The three of us shifted back and joined the rest of the warriors in the stream, making our way forward until we reached the back of the residential section of the pack. Those of us who preferred to fight in human form shifted back and threw on our armor—lightweight pieces that would fall off if we needed to shift mid-fight but were solid enough to deflect fangs and claws. "What's in those?" I asked Tristan, point to the three large buildings off to our left. "Warrior barracks in the center. Supplies and storage on the left. The barn on the right." He sneered that last bit. Something else we'd need to come back to later.