Warriors Brackenfur Novels & Stories

The bond prickled with warning. They didn’t have to wait long. Horns blew from the north. Low, mournful, deliberate. The Ironfang banner appeared first—gray wolf on black. Then Silvermaw’s blue serpent. Then Bloodpeak’s red claw. Four hundred warriors, all armored, all watching. And at their head rode Orin Dravok. He wasn’t alone. Beside him rode Chieftain Rurik of Ironfang, a bear of a man with a scarred face and eyes that missed nothing.

She and I laughed as I sighed, “Young love.” King Fenris asked, “Can we take this to the conference room? I just heard from my warriors.” We all walked to the conference room, and I took a seat next to Aidinth, and waited for everyone else to take their seats. As soon as everyone was in the room, King Fenris told us, “The wolves are from a nearby pack named The Bronzetooth Pack. Their alpha, Alpha Dolph Lobo is a real character. I think Alpha Damien would be of great use here.”

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Fucking coward. I punch a warrior, hearing his nose break before he hits the ground out cold. Then I shift and take off running. The others can handle the warriors, I want Christer. “Shit!” I hear Warren murmur and a few moments later, I hear Arric’s paws pounding the grass behind Raif. As we run, Raif lifts his head and howls the howl of the hunt, letting Christer know that we’re here for him. His pack instantly responds and right behind that, our combined packs respond, letting Christer’s warriors know that they are surrounded.

one of the shortest warrior in front of the rest spoke off ,making me giggle a but . No it hasn't gotten to that at all ,he hasn't done anytime that deserves his face getting broken ,as a matter of fact he's one of us now, I'm taking him in as a pack warrior and he'll be the second in command ,after gamma rex ,so y'all give him the respect he deserves okay he's a great warrior , and you sure can learn a thing or two from him ,as a few of you already know if not all ,he's my beta and best friend Juliana's mate and as a matter of fact they'll be having their mating ceremony in a few days .

"I've seen how he looks at her. How she looks at him." Lena's pack-bond tattoos flared a deep, angry red. "Whatever happens, I'm with you," she vowed. "We all are." As if on cue, more pack members began to file into the clearing. I saw familiar faces - Bryn, our best tracker, his eyes glowing a faint amber in the dim light; Gareth, head of the warrior caste, his muscular arms covered in intricate battle runes; and Fiona, our pack healer, her fingers glowing slightly green with the plants and the little bit of magic she possessed for healing.

Burdak is the only child of Alpha Rogug, the highest leader of their village or what is often called a pack, a village that contains werewolves. Burdak loves fighting, hunting, and tracking his victim, he earned his knighthood after he was sixteen years old, he managed to save their pack from an outside threat, the hunters. Since then, he has devoted himself as a knight in his village. His father was proud and of course promised Burdak the position of Alpha in the future, although there was one condition for him that if he wanted to become alpha, he had to find a bride. An alpha must have a Luna, his companion… so that he can carry out his duties as the highest leader. He has a wolf in him,

I yelled, launching myself at the next rogue. Minutes passed like hours. The forest was alive with the sounds of claws, grunts, and shouts. I worked alongside the other warriors, covering gaps, protecting the injured, and taking down rogues with precision. Torren finally learned to follow Fenrir’s commands after I literally shoved him out of harm’s way once too often. By the end of the fight, the rogues lay defeated. Many had fled, leaving their wounded behind. The pack warriors gathered together, panting, bruised, but alive. The adrenaline still surged through me, leaving my muscles humming.