Warriors Bloodclan Novels & Stories

“But, what we do have will be functional and we will have something that will fit and will be warm.” It was Bobby that asked for Chloe’s sizes before disappearing to find the promised clothing. Chloe had said anything would be fine but both Sierra and Bobby insisted she get something suited her properly. With Bobby now gone, Sierra and Chloe were left alone with Chloe feeling intimidated by the female’s mere presence to the point she wouldn’t dare make eye contact with her. Chloe had figured one thing out about Sierra pretty quickly and that was she had Alpha blood in her. That much was certain and probably explained her super-model meets warrior princess physique but unlike the Alpha bloods

The enemy launched another strike, this time intending to pierce William’s throat with its sharp claws, but the latter slid and kicked hard on the opponent’s stomach, causing it to gush upwards as far as it could. Willian refuses to leave his position even if his opponent is about to fall. He raised his gaze to it and drove his nails into the opponent’s neck, killing him instantly. He yanked out his claws and hurled the red-eyed werewolf’s lifeless body towards the other foes. The two surviving opponents exchanged glances as though speaking, and soon after, both of them advanced at the same time. When William learned the two were planning to attack him together at the same time, he backed aw

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She could even hear the howls of the wolves and she knew that he was in a battle with whatever was on the other side of the sealed cave. She heard the sound of a claw, scratching on the rock that had sealed the cave and her heart thumped louder as she realized that one of those things was trying to get into the cave. Tears fell from her eyes as she couldn’t imagine the pain that Carl must be going through. She sniffed and tried to keep her head clear. A roar, more terrifying than the howls of the wolves, than the thought of getting shot by the masked group, resonated in the calm of the night.

This power was from the moon goddess and it implied that surely a silver blood is much more powerful than a lycan. King Williams struggled to get back onto his paws, staggering a bit as he bared his fangs out of breath, taking a few seconds as he let his eyes roam the field and so did I, the king realized that he was losing as more of his men fell to the hands of the silver bloods. It was over. He glared at me, not ready to admit his defeat as he snarled. His eyes filled with rage as he came to this realization as well. There were no chances for last words, no time for redemptions, and certainly no room for mercy.

“So what did the den hens have to say?” “The Coming Sun is Raven the blood caster of the Holy Clan. The new general is to be that sniveling brat Bradford and his wife, the adored lost queen is back and assuming her role. Everything is just peachy for the Bloodchild clan.” His arched eyebrows made him appear mischievous matching the arch of his upturned nose. He played with the long thick tendrils of her wavy hair.

He howled in agony, his cries cut short when I slashed my claws across his throat. Another wolf tried to attack from behind, but before he could reach me, I spun around and bit down on his muzzle, breaking his jaw before finishing him off with a swipe of my claws. The battle was over in minutes. Bodies littered the ground, lifeless, blood pooling beneath them. My pack stood victorious, their fur soaked with the blood of our enemies, their eyes burning with the thrill of the fight. I shifted back into my human form, rolling my shoulders as my warriors followed suit. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the silence that followed was deafening. I looked toward the distance, w

The news agitated the warriors around me, their wolves snarling just beneath the surface. "The Rogue Pack is the most savage! Those rogues have no humanity! The wolves we sent for past alliances were tortured to death within three years." "Their mate bonds were forcibly torn, an unimaginable agony!" This was exactly what happened in my past life. Adrian had unhesitatingly used me as a bargaining chip. So this time, I wasn't panicked. Instead, I was the one calming them. "Don't worry. I have the silver wolf bloodline. I'll be fine."