Warriors Bramblestar Novels & Stories

We’re going to need allies, and I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have by my side than Bram. An enormous bowl of stew is waiting for me when I get out of the shower. I thank Jorin for training with me and for all of his help. He blows me off like he always does, but I hope he knows he’s turning me into the sort of warrior who can make a difference. The people of Running River Pack need our help. They just don’t know it yet.

Even now, sweat-slick and surrounded by war prep, he found a way to tease her into a smile. Some warriors, tournament survivors now that had also joined us, moved with particular precision under her command. I caught their murmurs during a water break. One of them, a hulking Willowridge transfer, wiped his brow. “Thought Warrior of the Crest was a gift because of the Goldmoon Alphas. Watched her fight, though… she earned it. Beat me without breaking a sweat.” The scarred Ironbark female beside him nodded. “Luna’s the real storm. Makes you want to bleed for her.”

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

Nothing could shake me away from this feeling. ‘Do you know what it means to be an Alpha warrior’ he asked, and I nodded. It was a tradition passed down by generations to fight for the position of the Star Knight. A position only second next to the King. Green Blair never had a reason to fight, so they always exempted themselves from the competition. But now I wondered if they could still hold on to that thought.

The fall of the Winter Moon pack angered Agnar and that's when he began making moves to take the throne. He now was Alpha to the largest known pack. He began taking in warriors from the packs that did not have Alpha’s any longer. He ensured they pledged loyalty and if there was the slightest bit of questioning it he killed them. There was no room in this world for weakness and uncertainty. He wandered over the river bank, he had always found water relaxing and calming. He found himself staring down into watching the rapid current make small waves over the river rocks. Soon hopefully all this will be over. Alpha Derek was the only real threat these days. He had sent scouts to see if it was D

He stamped his hand against the pillar and it shook, letting lose plaster and dust particles from the ceiling. "Is that right?" Tanky spoke, getting up from the bench and facing Bravo. Tanky was a warrior from the neighboring town of Bram. "And who are we going to war with, brother, these human-things none of us can even see? In case you did not know, Keratin barely escaped with his life, the same goes for you as well, chief. . ." He jerked his head to Janga who had been silent the whole time as they ranted. "The same goes for you, brother." He said, acknowledging Galieel who sat staring balefully at him. "And let's not also forget you were there as well, Verag."

Mercilessly, with the sword in his left hand he slashed at the blonde's head and with the sword in his right hand he slashed at the bald man's head. The two of them died instantly on the spot. Riley shook even more in fear but Brockley immediately hugged her back. “I told you, I will definitely win against them. Those two heads were the start of my big dream. There will still be many more heads that I have to remove from their bodies. Riley, aren't you the teacher who taught me how to be a warlord?”

To honor them, the clan had unanimously decided to welcome them with a zealous spirit. The entire clan was involved in planning and execution. Rosa herself was taking stock of every tiny detail. She wanted the celebration to be so delightful that the warrior would forget about their trauma and embrace life again. ................ The barbarians didn't halt even for night and kept on their journey to their home. Ryker was counting moments until he will have his princess in his arms. He felt restless, empty, and scarred. The war had plagued his mind with memories he would rather forget. His men had fallen right in front of him and he couldn't do anything. He had seen or even committed several

I say, letting Noelle finish stitching up the warrior I was working on and moving to another one. I look around, realizing that all of the warriors are trying to connect with warriors on the battlefield to get me an answer. It’s Bradley who pushes an image of Warren and Charlie fighting hard into my mind. “He’s still fighting, Luna,” Bradley says. “Of course he is. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever met,” I say proudly. “And Noelle, Charlie is fine too.” “Thank you, Luna,” she says sighing in relief. I feel Bradley step closer to me.

You bled, you stayed—grow now. Jasper stood by the loom, threading wool, burly frame swaying, sandy hair tousled, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. His axe rested against a bench, gleaming, its scars healed, a faint line on his arm a badge—he’d fought, loved, triumphed. Sam’s fire was their guide, Kevin’s calm their earth, Mara his sun. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, massive and warm. Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, they’re home.