Warriors Books Timeline Novels & Stories

I said, hoping to know more about my pack. "Anything." "What were you talking about with those other alphas? Is there a war going on?" Storm nodded his head. "There is. Well, there was a war that started twelve years ago. We managed to secure a truce between the enemy and our allies, but any small missteps can fuck the whole thing up again. They didn’t teach you about this at school?"

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

Just keep going Liv. *Author's note: This is the third book of my Shadow Warrior's series and it is not meant to be read as a stand alone book. The order of the books are: The Triplet Warriors and Their Pup Mate, The Ancient Vampire and his She-Wolf and then The Warrior's Demon Mate. I have also just uploaded Alpha Ridge which is a stand-alone book and gives insight into some other characters you met in the Shadow Warrior series. Thank you for reading!*

Willow. The ship warped instantly out of the earth’s atmosphere, and eight in the face of the crack, taking them all by surprise. Orion grinned and pressed a button. “This is for Zephyr Prime, you bastards!”, he yelled as cannons emerged from all around the ship. They fired simultaneously in burst shots, killing all harbingers in range. They reacted quickly and started attacking the ship from all sides. “You’re up, guys.”, Orion said, and Quinn pulled out his swords. Willow took a deep breath and brought out one of his shards. He had learnt how to put limiters on himself like Tony. The harbingers were closing in now, exposing Zoi, who sat on a throne far behind his army.

"We did something right." "We did a lot of things right." I leaned into his shoulder. "Eventually." Kellan stood on my other side, his silver-blond hair now completely grey, his glacial blue eyes softer than they had been in his youth. He held a leather-bound book, the official history of the Accord, which he had spent the past five years writing. "I've documented everything. Every battle. Every treaty. Every candle lit." He looked at the sea of flames. "Future generations will know what we built."

**POV: Aria** Eleven days felt like both a very long time and no time at all. Aria spent the first three of them simply existing in the quiet aftermath of everything. The pack settled into a rhythm that felt, for the first time since the ceremony two months ago, genuinely peaceful. The Warriors returned to normal rotations. The council worked steadily through the practical details of Elias's network, the eastern border treaty renegotiation, and the dozens of smaller adjustments that came with rebuilding trust.

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 moved around and I started with the book titled; "The original werewolves." This sounded like a great story, so I picked it up and began to consume it. Days rolled into weeks and I moved from books to books. Gradually, I was reading a lot of historical books and I was getting fascinated by what I am seeing. Little did I know that I have little idea of what we are and the creatures around us.

However, not long after Blake and I started training together, I had a huge reality check. First of all, most warriors start straight out of high school. While, at twenty years old, I wasn’t exactly an old geezer when I started, I’d definitely missed the prime bonding window. The thing is, our pack had only even begun allowing women to become warriors ten years ago, so the group was small and tight-knit, and it was a bit like missing rush I suppose.

Merlin’s perception was completely subverted when he heard Christian’s words and he sighed as he said, “You guys are even more ruthless than spy warfare… The entire World War II was only fought for a span of six years, from 1930 to 1945, but you guys actually lasted fifteen years…”