Warriors Adventure Novels & Stories

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

Yara was unaware of her racing and her encounter with Abraham. "Minahil please let me in or come outside. I'm sorry." She pleaded once again. "I don't want to talk right now, Yara. Please leave me alone." "What's going on?" It was Kabir. Before Yara could reply, Minahil screeched from the inside. "Keep this dickhead ten miles away from my camp." Yara looked at Kabir with wonder and asked what was the matter. "Eh... Actually!" Kabir started rambling. "I challenged her to a race, but didn't participate in it myself and then- her rival stepped in and things happened between them." He scratched the back of his head.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

His son's loose mouth was getting on his nerves. “I dreamed of warriors, of strange warriors behind the mountains in the north. There were very many, more than we have here in Shari. And they had funny painted faces, strange plates on their bodies and fur coats over them. ”Raen thought for a moment. “And they had hair on their faces! They carried long lances and green flags with an animal on them that I had never seen before: a bull with wings! ”

Knowing she wasn’t likely to see him again until she could sit a horse made it ten times worse. “It would be best to keep busy now,” Mairead said, placing her hand on Eleanor’s shoulder. “I know that won’t be easy since you still need to stay as still as possible. Have you ever tried sketching?” Fann and his group of mercenaries stood at the edge of the woods on the MacInnis side of the river. They were looking across the valley to the MacDonald keep on the top of the hill on the other side. “The ride from here is short, but also a long time in the open. They’ll ken we’re coming as soon as we cross the water,” said one of the warriors.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

He approached them and asked where they were going. "We are on our way to the Water Nation," one of the warriors replied. "There is a grand werewolf competition there, and we are hoping to bring glory to our clans." Kai was intrigued. He had never heard of a werewolf competition before, and he was curious to learn more. After he heard from the other clans of werewolf warriors, he turned back and a surge of excitement coursed through his veins. The prospect of witnessing, perhaps even participating in, this grand spectacle was an irresistible allure. With a newfound determination, he bid farewell to the werewolf clans and turned back towards his village, his heart pounding with anticipation.

They fight each other to get the lead and it momentarily jams them in the confines of the tunnel and helps us. Kill, Ms. Beast laughs. Kill. Finally, all I hear is the non-stop hum and the heavy breathing of Warriors. We're all blood-spattered and heaving, the air thick with the tangy odor of blood. "Marinah," King calls and I run around the Warriors closest to me to join him. We look over each other checking for injuries. Thankfully, he doesn't notice the scratch on my side. When I glance up from examining him, the men around us stare slack-jawed. Think monster-sized, bloody, gory jaws and you might get the picture. King pulls me in close to his side. "She's Warrior. Get over it, we have a

Ryan came back in thirty minutes and accepted his promotion. We called Ben and he came over to go over rules and how training would go. Warriors are trained military style and went three months not seeing family or mates. Ryan would be in their training camp for three months and go through a very rigorous training and combat training course. He would come back bigger and most likely more aggressive but warriors are to be meaner than most werewolves. He was told he had two weeks to pack before he was shipping out. After Sarah's eighteenth birthday he would be leaving for training.

Right then, there was a lot for him to mull over. With Bertram's death, Rhychard would have thought that most of his problems would have been settled, but it seemed they were only magnified. Aradhon was still loose and very much a mystery, more people knew Rhychard was a Warrior of the Way than he was comfortable with, Buttercup was a growing witch and again without a job, and Renny needed to be announced as alive again. Why can't I ever have normal problems, like all the parking spots are taken at the mall? He sighed as he lifted an ancient desk chair and headed for the truck. He couldn't remember the last time he had a normal problem to tackle. He needed normal again, but as long as he hel