Warriors Bramblestar Novels & Stories

Caelum’s entire body went still. Briar Maddox. The Hawthorne wolf, who had once expected to become Caelum’s Luna, now stood at the head of a group of Hawthorne warriors wearing the Interregnum’s black sigil. Her smile was sharp when she spotted him. “Well,” she called across the battlefield, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Look who came home.” Caelum’s expression hardened. “You chose this.” “You abandoned us first,” she snarled. The courtyard had become a battlefield. But now it was something else as well.

Lily looked at Amity, then turned to Elias and said: "I told you, I don't know martial arts." "I'll teach you." Amity stretched her arms out in front of her, her eyes closed, her mouth saying a spell. Suddenly, around, many thin streams of light like smoke gathered on her hands, white smoke sparkling like silver streams forming crescents on both hands. “It's amazing!” Lily gasped at what happened before her eyes. Up until now, she had only seen such things in cinematography, or magic. Amity held two scythes and swung them to create beautiful light streaks in the air. The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior.

I stated. "You will help me? Can you even fight?" She scrunched her nose, eyeing me up and down. "Ouch" Jia whispered. She knows my mate is insulting me, but I can't do anything about it. What she thinks? Am I a small kid? I can't fight? She doesn't know who I am. "Don't worry my people will help you we have the huge number of strong Warriors capable of taking down a huge army." Alpha said proudly.

She had to work harder than any other apprentice in order to gain her leader's approval. Longkit, Bramblekit, Marshkit and Newtkit had finally become apprentices. Because there was a shortage of warriors, Russetstar had made Snowstorm a mentor at a very young age. She was mentoring Marshpaw, a young apprentice with what felt like boundless energy. Talonclaw mentored his own son, Bramblepaw. Sleetstorm and Nightclaw got Longpaw and Newtpaw as apprentices.

And since his whole backstory for being here revolved around seeing firsthand how strong the Blade’s Edge Pack was, it totally made sense why he should’ve skipped the whole school bit. Ben couldn’t be too angry, though, as the Luna Queen made it clear that she didn’t want him to fall behind in his studies just because he was picked for this mission. His first mission, to be clear, as most Warriors in the Briar Kingdom wouldn’t be eligible until they came of age at 18. He was lucky to be here, and he needed to keep reminding himself of that.

Winter had arrived with teeth. Nova sat in the stands, arms crossed against the cold, watching her classmates get wrecked by the warriors they were supposed to learn from. Most were volunteers, young wolves eager to impress. She wasn't one of them. Not after going against Hunter Ryker the night before. Her ribs were sore and her wrists were still blistered from the silver. Across the snow ring, the warriors stood in formation. The largest female among them was Helga Emberhide, a sparring champion. Beside her stood Colonel Brutus Sterling, tall with grey-streaked hair and a lightning-bolt scar across one eye.

My vision blurred red. She stood quietly among them, her hair tied back in a messy braid, a loose shirt hanging off one shoulder. My wolf growled, savage and primal. One of my warriors, Bran, flexed his bicep in front of her, smirking like a fool. And then, the bastard winked at her. Red swallowed my vision as blood roared in my ears. The next second, I moved. I crossed the arena in a blur, grabbed Bran by the throat, punched him, and slammed him into the ground so hard the earth cracked beneath him. The girls screamed and scattered.

He stepped forward, a signal for his warriors to take us captive. They closed in on us and we tried to fight back, but the warriors were just too strong. "You see, we were out on a yearly raid on rogue packs, and still on it we heard of the death of brave Alpha Darius, so we returned, only to see prisoners claiming to rule over us? That's a shame," the beta stated as we struggled with the warriors. "He's got healing powers, and he could use it to zap out your wolves!!" " Raven !! " I called in an attempt to shut her up. I knew for sure I would lose if I got in a battle with the warriors, powers or not, and I surely didn't know how to zap out wolves yet.

Allistar POV Today is my 18th birthday and i cannot explain how excited I am to find my mate, i've been waiting for her since I first found about about mates, which was when I was 10 years old. So, yea I have been waiting for a long time and all I can hope for is that she is kind and maybe just maybe a good fighter. The last one is mainly becasue I am the Top Warrior of my pack, the Opal river pack, and it would be a dream come true to train with my mate. I became Top Warrior of my pack a few weeks after my 16th birthday. I had always been an amazing warrior since i started training when i was 12 years old per the request of my father Alexander to ensure I make myself useful to the pack. Nor

Gars came and swarm into the field like bees and I felt goosebumps while fighting This was the most irritating and scariest fight of my life. Seven was good, so good that I had hoped that he could crush millions without taking a break. "Davada aveda… savage…ancient breakers…moons of war…" the moon goddess continued chanting while I returned the bone to its position. I was scratched terribly with a claw and I tried turning to block such an attack but I was whooshed so heavily that I landed on a farther place of a tree which made me yell in pain and panic shot through me and I watched the gar removing the sword.