Warriors Cinderpelt Novels & Stories

His expression started to look a bit crazed. Everyone could see what was happening, and quite a few of them started to lament what was happening. A warrior from the Golden Continent said, "Crap! This kid managed to turn things around. I actually thought that Nevada had a high chance of winning. After all, he comes from the White Phoenix Clan and is even a chosen disciple. Compared to a brat who came from somewhere no one knows about, he's so much higher in status. I can't believe this is the result. Did Nevada underestimate his opponent?"

I Continue, and he smiles “Yes, I do. Welcome all.” He says and smiles “The Warriors are Jacob, Jason, Andre, Christopher, Thomas, Michael, Jack, Oliver, Owen, and Eli,” I say and I feel the surprise from my warrior. They didn’t expect me to know their names. “I have cleared a wing on the second floor to the right. It is completely free, and your warriors have my permission to keep everyone away from there.” Carter tells us. “Thank you, Alpha,” I say and smile.

My Dad might fancy such but I’m not my Dad. I noticed most of the Warriors were middle-aged he-wolves and she-wolves, but I also noticed some young adults, like me too. I could imagine they had started Combat classes at an early age and had done remarkably well in training for them to have been able to be Reignile Warriors at such a young age. So that basically meant every Warrior here was older than me by Combat rank. I hadn’t finished my combat classes, remember? It had been interrupted twice. Both times by the one and only Cayden.

Whatever his daughter thought of him, whatever her wounded pride screamed, he knew what he had to do. --- By midmorning, the estate courtyard bustled with preparations. Rowland’s warriors gathered in formation, each dressed in black leather armor reinforced with steel at the shoulders and forearms. The horses had been saddled, strong beasts bred for endurance and speed. The banners of Rowland’s pack, dark blue trimmed with silver, fluttered in the wind. Rowland descended the stone steps, his Beta, Caldwell, trailing behind him. Caldwell was a broad-shouldered wolf with scars that mapped his arms and face—each one a testament to battles survived. He adjusted his gauntlets and leaned closer to

'Strip' 'Strip' He heard the chanting of his pack warriors. They work for his father, and he is not surprised that they learned a thing or two from their Alpha. 'Please let it not be Riley' he prayed to the Moon Goddess. Even though he doesn't want her in his life, he doesn't want her to get hurt either. He ran outside the pack house and saw half-naked shirtless warriors in a group. They are shouting for someone in the middle to strip. Carter approached the group with long purposeful strides. When they noticed Carter, the warriors stopped shouting and moved aside, making way for him to go to the front. What he saw there made Carter shocked out of his mind. He never thought he would get to se

There he was in his full glory, standing tall at 6'5", bulky and muscular. His dark brown hair, cut short and a week-old stubble making him look stunning. Wearing military pants with a plain white Tshirt, he was standing with his hands held back. After we settled in our position, with me standing behind Michelle in second row, second place, he spoke again. "Good morning everyone, my name is Viktor Kent, head Warrior of your pack. I will be your trainer" He was looking at every one of us while instructing us. "In my absence, Kiara here will be your trainer" he said that placing a hand on the shoulders of the girl standing next to him "I don't like that, take off that hand" Ara growled irritat

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

Kent responded. “Okay then, I guess we have a place to start,” Ryder said. "Do you remember how many fighters he has?” “Not too many,” it was now Peter speaking, “maybe about one hundred to one hundred fifty rogues and about fifty of those are actual warriors that were banished, lone wolves or left their pack voluntarily. “How good are they?” Ryker asked. Peter snorted, “they will be no match for RedFang warriors.” “That’s all I need to know,” Ryker said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. “Caleb, come with me, we have teams to put together four teams to go on and find that asshole. Sorry, Ryder.” Ryker wrinkled his nose.

That was all Eldrick needed to disarm him and kick him, his shoe pushing the man down by his shoulder. 'This man is not normal. He is skilled at fighting and possesses a lot of strength. I need to be wary of him. Thank you, Raelynn for your present.' Eldrick thanked his sister for gifting him a pistol on his last birthday. It had come to use that day. Not speaking another word, Eldrick pulled his leg back and squatted on the floor, pointing the man's sword at him, the tip touching his neck. Using his free hand, he unmasked the man, only to find an all too familiar man staring back at him with hatred in his eyes. "Commander Cavier?" How could Eldirck not know the man when he was one of the Co

“Same job. Just a fancier title to make you feel better.” He clutched his chest like she’d stabbed him. “Excuse me? Warriors are the backbone of the pack. Bodyguards stand around holding doors—warriors fight wars!” Penelope gave him a slow once-over, unimpressed. “You? Fight wars? You look like you’d sprain your wrist opening a pickle jar.” Colin made a noise halfway between a growl and a gasp. “I’ll have you know—”