Warriors Briarlight Novels & Stories

Everyone looked over, their heads numb. Their hearts went cold, and their legs were on the verge of giving up. The top outer disciple of the Carrion Palace, one of the top talents of the outskirts, Bryar, was taken out. Creed’s face had slightly lost color, but his strength clearly wasn’t affected at all as he stood with his arms crossed. Bryar was filled with fear and anger for a long time, then chuckled bitterly. “If given time, you would’ve been close to a God of War after another decade of training! Impressive! I underestimated you!”

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

Could Witter have told Kyra as well? Kyra raised an eyebrow at Wilbur. "Are you telling me you don't know who Barett is? Dude, he's considered the god of war in Cherrytopia. There aren't many stories about him that the people know of, but most of the higher-ups in the country know of his existence. It's been said that he joined some mysterious group ten years ago after he quit the battlefield, and only works for the group now. I've met him before too. That's how I know him."

"Only three males in Nightfall Territory know the core syntax of that code. You are one of them." "If I wanted to destroy the Varkane Syndicate, Xender, I would use a silver grenade, not a keyboard," Briar mutters, turning his back on me and gesturing toward the heavy iron door at the rear of the hall. "In the back. Now. Before the sentinels smell the panic leaking through your pores."

"Your tribe should diminish first, Lightning Kryst." They all glanced at Barbie who seemed as calm as she was awhile ago. Then Barbie smiled sweetly, her eyes flashing with electricity. "My tribe has been living without war, Zūng. But I must warn you not to underestimate the remaining Lewelyn." Kirsten smiled when Barbie unsheathed her daggers. "Well... that's great then." As soon as she said it, more than a hundred witches emerged behind Kirsten. ~O~O~O~ Jucel Greyn, Prince Ciaran and Princess Zillah were standing at the top of the fortress, watching as the battle started.

I turned to Bridget, “Dale can’t reach the warriors that are supposed to be around the house. He’s taking another team to find out what the deal with the red eyes is.” We started talking about small things, trying to kill time until Dale finds out what is going on. As soon as we got comfortable, I got another mind link from Dale, “Princess, make sure you keep Bridget with you at all times. You have dark warlocks watching you. It wasn’t Dune, but it was another one.” That was when I heard all of my brothers running downstairs. I asked, “Are the warriors okay?” He sighed, “They are now. I’m heading inside to talk to your dad and brothers now.” I sighed, “Okay.”

It wasn’t that she doubted their abilities, it was that they had no idea the lengths Zion would go to or how much power he had to assist him. “We’re here.” Harlie called out as she climbed out of the SUV. Everyone followed in suit, before collectively joining the others from the other vehicle. Now she was back on the pack lands, she could reach out to her father. “Dad, we’re here and sending the warriors to join guard duty. Any news?” Luckily, she didn’t have to wait in silence for much longer. “Not yet, pumpkin.” Brielle closed the link to join the others as they listened to King Nathaniel give orders to the Amaris warriors. They had removed their Amaris uniform and were wearing simple blac

It was evident from the fierce winds stirred up by their charge and the cracks forming in the earth beneath their paws. Riding atop these lions were warriors clad in black battle armor, and leading them was a young man. "The young lord of Warbringer Gate has arrived!" "What an imposing sight!" "Of course! The young lord of Warbringer Gate has mastered battle techniques to perfection. He's a top contender alongside Brantley for the strongest of the younger generation in eastern plains!" "Speaking of which, will Brantley be here?" As the warriors discussed among themselves, Waylon Annel took position on a mountaintop overlooking the vast battlefield. He remained silent, his presence exuding an

“I don’t want a rogue for a mate. But I can’t undo the bond. Not until I accept your rejection. And I won’t. “I’d rather suffer than be someone’s prisoner. I have training. We’re done here.” Later, at the training fields, Briar shows up late. “Sorry, little one,” he says, jogging toward me. “Alpha duties. Ready to run?” I nod, keeping my gaze forward. His presence is a comfort—but not the one I crave. “Let’s shift together,” he offers. “Less scary that way.” He touches my cheek, smiling. Silvara growls in my head.

I did same and saw Cara, Black Hills lead warrior and Ray’s mate. The warrior that had been beaten by Dara was with her. She frowned. “Dara, why did you dare hit a warrior of Black Hills?” Dara smirked. “Tsk, cause their lead Warrior wouldn’t do shit?” Cara glared at her and only an annoying smirk rested on Dara’s face. This would be fun.