Warriors Authors Novels & Stories

He asked and I sighed. “It's going well for me but I don't know about this big guy.” Anna rolled her eyes at me. “It's going well for me too. It can't go well for you alone.” I smirked and she chuckled. Darin smiled. “I'm just happy that the warriors are taking it seriously, unlike some that would just slack off.” He said. “I trust this pack's warriors. They're the best, and I know that the vampires bringing the war should be the terrified ones.” Anna smirked and I nodded.

A/N :- The 'Flames of Obsessiveness second series' consists of 10 books, including three stand-alone novels. You can explore my profile for the three Stand-Alone books from the second series. This second series continues the stories of the children of the Kashyap, Grey, Miller, Rathore, and Khanna from the 'Waves of Possessiveness first series'. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •Book 1) His BLIND REVENGE Tropes :-

So, for six months they have been plotting and waiting but we still didn’t know when to expect the attack. All the new warriors and Alphas were asked to keep hidden away from the boarders so the rogues couldn’t catch on to the help we had enlisted. We already had three Alphas staying with us and they had each bought 100- 150 warriors. Two of the Alphas were seething for blood from the Maven family for the issues and problems they had inflicted on each of the packs while they had been living there and all the other Alphas from seven different packs had sent us over 100 rogues each. They didn’t have a personal vendetta against the family but when they heard news of their treachery and deceit a

The Warriors’ Roar A cluster of young warriors celebrated openly, their voices echoing across the field. “Did you feel it?” one barked, chest swelling. “The bond! The strength of it! With her beside him, Troy cannot be beaten.” Their laughter and howls rang like a war-drum. They beat their fists against their chests, invigorated, ready to follow wherever Troy and Daisy led. The Skeptics’ Whisper But not all hearts rejoiced. In the shadow of the barracks, whispers slithered like venom. “So it’s true,” one wolf muttered bitterly. “He beds the Masked Alpha and now we’re supposed to believe she was our savior all along?”

"The Warriors are acting strange. What did I screw up now?" It's not the time for this discussion, but it's not like she won't realize something has happened. Once she has her bearings completely, she'll insist. "Do you remember the one history text we were reading a few months ago about the Warriors who stayed behind on the home planet to save as many as possible and gave their seats up on the ships?" "Weren't they super Warriors or something like that?" she asks cautiously. "Anshi." "An what?" I look into her dark eyes and see her confusion. "Anshi. They're Nova Warriors, and we didn't think any made it off the home planet. Someone's grandmother or great grandmother did."

Warrior, Green_Autumn, and Fairytale_Dream. I sit in my room for two hours talking to a couple of people. I discover Moonlit.Warrior is from Red Lodge, Montana, and is in line for a baseball scholarship. So that’s something we have in common. We both love sports and are both in line for a scholarship. This guy is someone I could really get on with I believe.

They are even said to be as cold as their climate with respect to the way they treated others outside of their clan. The reason he chose alignment with their pack and accepted their ‘most formidable’ warrior to be his new commander in chief is because of how the change in climate had made them better warriors. This also concerned him a bit. What if their plan all along was to infiltrate their army, discover their weak point, use Cole as their inside enemy and attack from within?

He explained the customs in detail, confirming what I’d read in that werewolf book. “Mhm, interesting. I read something about that in the werewolf book.” I nodded. “Werewolf book?” He frowned slightly. “Yeah. James’s mom gave me this children’s book—it’s like a Werewolf World 101. I’m taking baby steps to get to know your world and your ways.” I said, half-sarcastic, half-aware of how much of an uneducated outsider I really was. “Anyway, back to the topic of your approachability. Based on what you’ve told me, the only werewolves who actually see and interact with you daily are the lead warriors and high-ranking members. How is that approachable?”

I wanted him to see the abyss he’d spent years trying to create. Tad remained my anchor, his hand a steady weight on my back. His voice was a low, melodic murmur that cut through the roar of the elements. “You can do this, Cara. Breathe. Control the storm; don’t let it become you.” While Tad held my spirit, Roman secured the perimeter. He moved like a living shadow, flanking Reign with a predator’s grace. Every warrior behind him stood like a statue of iron, their eyes fixed on my father, waiting for the single gesture that would authorize his end.