Warriors Bramblestar Novels & Stories

Still on full alert, one of the warriors says through mind-link, "something is off. Where is the creature that took her? Why did he leave her here alone?" "I was about to ask the same thing," another warrior says. While the third says, "this makes no sense, but then again, none of this makes sense. Since when do creatures kidnap? They only know how to slaughter." As if on cue, the creature stumbles out of the bushes with some pieces of wood, and all three warriors blanched. One said, "Hold the f**k up, is this nasty creature going to start a fire to keep himself warm?"

Drake shouldn’t be there. ‘But you can’t stop the Alpha King, Emily.’ Emily cursed again and again until she reached the outside of the forest. Warriors were dead; the scene was brutal and bloody. ‘Emily, take care. There are so many Hunters around. Keep yourself alive,’ Leia reminded her as the link between them vanished. Worried and fearful. It was written on Emily’s face as she heard the chirping sounds of the quicksilver weapons of Hunters. She climbs up the big Oak tree and hides through its canopy. No one could see or even smell her but her forehead knitted as she looked down and saw some rouges.

I've come to terms with this being a dream of some sorts, so I'm just going to enjoy it. I watch as the wolves turn into humans and gasp, their all over the top gorgeous in human form too. I snicker inwardly, only my mind would I think that a wolf could become a human and be extordinarily gorgeous. I look at Braddock and demand he shift, yup I'm over confident in my new crazy state of mind. He complies and he's even more gorgeous as a wolf, he's huge, his fur is soft and midnight black, his peircing blue eyes have a gold circle around them and it's stunning. He bows his head to me so I can feel his fur, I feel a twinge of pain in my stomach, no please not yet, I don't want to leave my d

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

I wouldn’t let him, or anyone else, use me again. The power rippled under my skin, and though I hadn’t sent the Warriors off to hunt with it, a part of it still bound them together. I took a deep breath and reeled it in further, burying it deep within myself. The murmurs of the Warriors suddenly grew louder. They pointed at Sasha and began to rumble with discontent. “You said you were the Selene-Blade!” One snarled at her. Other voices joined in. “How could you sabotage us like that!”

Warriors screamed again, some dropped to their knees and others started shifting painfully against their will. The entire battlefield shook and Serena’s voice thundered across the land. “Bring me the heir!”

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Nolan remarked and I sucked in a breath. So, Blair wasn't hurt by them because he was not a born warrior but an omega by birth. “And the royal warriors?” I asked when I realized something. “The team of royal warriors also have gammas and deltas, but here again, the ones who got poisoned last night are born warriors.” David replied to me, a serious expression on his face now. This was going to be the longest night of our lives. “Targeting a warrior wolf.” Maddie murmured, her fingers drumming on the armrest, a clear indication that she was thinking something with all her concentration.

Darcus - POV "Do not be concerned about the Wolf Realm. I have already infiltrated rogues pretending to be members of the pack, and they are bringing the wolf clan to its knees," Blair said with a smirk. Ladon and Arya mirrored his expression as they sipped from their glasses. James had Archer restrained, his beast subdued. "Why couldn't you get rid of James' new tribe?" Ladon inquired, setting down his drink.

Bram barreled down the stairs, gun raised, eyes flashing with alarm. He took in the scene in a heartbeat—the corpse, the pen, the blood streaking down the stone. His gaze snapped to Liora, wild with questions. “What the hell—” “He was waiting,” she said, voice raw, clipped. “He followed me up.” Bram’s jaw flexed as he lowered his weapon. He scanned the man’s coat, boots, the insignia barely visible on the inside lining. His curse was sharp. “Arbiters. Contract blade.”