Warriors Brackenfur Novels & Stories

he replied with a smile that attempted to look honest but only appeared more suspicious because of the scar stretching across his face. “I’ll distribute them fairly among everyone present.” “Who made you a leader?” another warrior immediately countered with dissatisfaction written all over his face. The muscular warrior’s expression darkened slightly. A Sacred Flame Pack warrior snorted coldly before stepping forward. “Hand the tickets over to our Sacred Flame Pack instead. We’ll ensure every warrior here receives their fair share.” “You?” another warrior scoffed mockingly. “And why should anyone trust the Sacred Flame Pack?” “We from the Aqua Marine Pack are known for honesty and fairness,”

The word echoed. Banished. Leo’s fingers tightened around his wooden wolf. Lia glanced at him. He met her eyes—steady, trusting, brave in the way only children could be. She smiled. “I understand,” she said clearly. Marrec stepped back. “Begin.” The first challenger stepped forward immediately. A warrior named Rusk—broad, aggressive, known for his loyalty to tradition. He didn’t shift fully, but his eyes glowed faintly, his stance predatory. “You don’t belong here,” he said flatly. “And neither does your child.”

Long tables were filled with an array of food, representing the abundance we shared as a community. The day of the summit arrived, and as guests began to arrive, I could feel the energy in the air shift. Warriors from different packs entered the palace, each one bringing their unique spirit and strength. I greeted each leader with respect, welcoming them to our home. Among the attendees were Alpha Markus, who had warned us about the Black Faes, and Alpha Lila from the Western pack, known for her fierce loyalty and strategic mind.

I start running towards them and see Matt do the same, and we reach them in no time. “What happened?” Matt ask. “Black smoke and fog surrounded us. I tried to mind to mindlink, but it got blocked.” One of the warriors says. “What else happened? You said smoke and fog.” Matt asks trying to keep him on the right track of thought. “The smoke and fog was heavy. And then we were being thrown or pushed. And next thing we know, we hear him scream.” The other warrior says. “Put him on the ground,” I say, and they do. I instantly see it, and he has two bite marks. But he is also not one of my warriors, he belongs to one of the other packs.

They had fearless warriors and skilled wolves that were always ready to stake their lives for the pack and one of them was the beautiful young grey wolf with dark blue eyes named Althea. Althea was known throughout the kingdom as one of the fiercest werewolf warriors. She was fearless in battle, and her fighting skills were unmatched by any other warrior. She also had an unwavering loyalty to her pack. She had fought in many battles and had never once faltered in her duty to protect her pack and her Alpha. She was also known for her beauty, with her long, flowing hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the moonlight. What made Althea truly special was her unwavering bravery in the

“We have trouble here in our pack, and we must also consider the immediate problems at hand; rogues are now attacking us on a daily basis. Perhaps it’s time, we retain our warriors here, and send a small chunk of warriors to hunt Zora.” “What are your worries, Brock? That the rogues will take over the pack while our warriors are away, Huh? Have you forgotten that I’m still here? Hey! do to this foolish Elder, as you did to Mangol.” The Alpha snapped his fingers again, and the remaining warriors in the meeting hall bound Elder Brock in wolfsbane, and they took him away.

Chapter Two THREE DAYS EARLIER IN THE TOWN OF RIM The town hall was packed full with warriors and youths alike. There were heated words and raised voices. There were also shaking of fists and exchanged words. It took every ounce of will for each man there not to transform into their wolf skin and fight each other. It seemed after the death of Tekenna, mate to Keratin, head of the warrior wolves, all the restraints holding them back had been broken. "I say we go to war!" Bravo, one of the warriors, said. "We can't just sit around and do nothing while they kill us, no!" He stamped his hand against the pillar and it shook, letting lose plaster and dust particles from the ceiling.

Instead I was pressing my hand against the glass where his palm had been yesterday, feeling the ghost of his warmth in the cold pane. The greenhouse door opened. Tarn’s wolves flanked it. One of them said my name like he’d been given it on a list. “Linden Briar. The Alpha requests your presence.” Requests. As if I had a choice. I wiped the soil from my hands. Walked out of the greenhouse into the November cold. Crossed the courtyard with every wolf in Brackenmoor watching me. Dirt under my nails. Frost already forming on my hair. I didn’t brush it off. I didn’t fix my apron. If the son of my mother’s killer wanted a healer, he was going to get one exactly as she was.

"My spark isn't strong enough. I'll never be able to weave the light-lines like the scholars do." Before her frustration could turn into a full tantrum, a massive, heavily armored shadow fell over her. A towering beast-kin warrior, a wolf-kin named Garron who served in the regional civilian vanguard, knelt down in the dust right beside her. His armor was marked with the ancient, golden wolf insignia of Alpha Ryan, and his face bore the calloused scars of a veteran pathfinder. Yet, his large, clawed hands were incredibly gentle as he rested them on his knee.

But of course, the universe ignored my desires and cry for help. “Black Fur Pack, Crescent Glow Pack, Dark Moon Pack, Moon Stone, and Howling Wolves Pack.” Beta Louis, Alpha Tristan’s righthand man, read out the names of the packs from a scroll and he continued, addressing everyone in the arena, “These packs have qualified for the next rounds.” The cheer in the arena sent vibrations through the floor and I smiled despite the mixed feelings gnawing deeply within my stomach. The other warriors from Black fur jubilated and I joined them, happiness flowing through my being.