Warriors Brackenfur Novels & Stories

“All you have to do is brew a coffee, you idiot!” Frank Gore smacked me over the head with the back of his hand. He was more frightening and intimidating than Cranon. He was tall and huge, more muscular, and had a brown scary eye. He was the leader of the warriors since Cranon took the throne. Red Moon Pack, is the name of the pack that was once mine. The warriors cared for no one except themselves and their petty mates. Cranon had more slaves than pack members, we were all packed up like sardines in here, pushing and shoving among ourselves on who gets to be sold out first.

Just a glance into their eyes, I can see the pride and admiration in them. My wolf's presence commands respect, her unwavering bravery serving as an inspiration to all who stand witness. In this moment, the warriors have realized the true strength that lays within me. A strength born from a deep well of pain, channeled into a relentless pursuit of justice. Today, I am seeking retribution. Not just for myself but everyone who has been hurt by Connor and his depraved backer, Vornt.

I personally only had eyes for Rochelle, but he had eyes for everyone else, he’s a player and now I understand why he wanted to come on this trip, he’s run out of options in our territory. As we pulled up to Rockridge territory we were assigned 2 of their warriors, brothers, one year apart in age, Brett and Shane. After meeting Alpha Brandon, we were assigned rooms inside the packhouse the two warriors gave us a tour of their pack. As we walked along the streets, Jake had me chuckling as he smiled, nodded and at one point nearly broke his neck looking at a she-wolves, “you have no shame do you Jake.” He shrugged, “if they don’t, why should I,” he looked at the warrior’s, “you don’t have si

His fear of these two witches magicks warring with his need to stay close to his mate. Astrid reached out and lay a hand on his thick, sinewy forearm. "Wait, Warrior. There are things we must discuss first. Plans to be made." Brand huffed. "I have no plans that involve witches. My only plans involve getting myself somewhere safe until I can figure out how to get back to my ti…uh, home." "Ahh, but I know your other secret, Brandur the Destroyer. You already let it slip, remember? Besides, the Spirit has shown me. You are not from this time, are you?"

"Tell me everything you found out. “My prince, '' says one of the warriors. They are not very well organized. It's based on their large numbers. " "Do they have a leader?" Kellan asks as he approaches them. "Yes they have, it's a rogue named Brian Willis from what we can understand." says the warrior. "Brian Willis?" asks Michael and Morris at the same time. "How do we know that name?" Dominic asks, looking at them. "I know him," says Philip. "He was a warrior in Blood Moon Pack, and you know him too."

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

The kitchen, however, wasn't the only corner of the fortress harboring a silent, unacknowledged heat. Among the high-ranking wolf packs now permanently stationed within the courtyard was the young warrior, Brynn. She was Garick’s best fighter—a lethal, highly disciplined soldier whose speed on the perimeter was legendary among the ground alphas. But she was also a stunningly pretty thing. Brynn possessed thick, golden-blond curls that fell in soft, voluminous waves down her back, stretching almost to her hips. Her eyes were the color of soft jade, and whenever the easy banter of the vanguard made her laugh, her teeth damn near glowed against the sun-kissed tone of her skin.

Now those same warriors bleed for my grandson’s future. Pride swells in my chest, fierce and painful. Garrick,I send privately. Your wolves held the eastern breach longer than expected. Thank you. The old warrior’s reply comes gruff but steady. We were wrong then, Rowena. We won’t be again. For the child. Below, Sienna’s golden pillar intensifies. Kieran’s black wolf form tears through Architect troops guarding the hive entrance, claws and fangs a blur of fury. Callum’s spark feeds them both, turning desperation into something unstoppable.

"But, Zafira, what does my beast get in return for this favor?" "Just remember to bring your fur back to this room before my mouth takes its next medicine dose," Vickon growls low, pulling my frame straight onto his heavy lap after my lips peck the corner of his jaw. "Let's go," my voice snaps coldly an hour later, my boots stepping out of the pack wagon at the entrance of Moonhollow Ridge, surrounded by eight massive, heavily armed Blackwynd dominion warriors as my silver eyes look ahead with icy resolve.

“How was training yesterday?” “Pretty good actually.” Dustin chuckles. “Brock got his ass handed to him by Adrianna, but he had it coming. They guy’s gotten way too cocky.” Adrianna and Brock are two of our strongest warriors. Our men and women train together because our wolves make us more equally matched than human men and women. While Adrianna is levelheaded and analytical, Brock is extremely cocky and can be a total meat-head most of the time. He’s a nice enough guy, and definitely someone you want in your corner during a fight, but he has annoyed other warriors more times than I can count, and he doesn’t always know when he’s toeing the line.