Warriors Cinderpelt Novels & Stories

“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—”

:Warrior, you said you had another such vision earlier. Rhychard nodded as he told them about the incident at his parents' house. "That one was real enough to singe my fingertips." He held out his hands for their inspection. Tryna slid off the table, took his fingers in her tiny hands, and inspected them as if she were a doctor. "You really should have had Kree treat these burns when they first occurred. That is part of the reason cosheys bond with Warriors, remember? Their healing powers help keep you alive."

My best friend Allen, Delta Heir, is already branching out into the Healing and Magic arts and its application to technology. My goal as a pack member is to become a warrior. Because I grew up chubby, that doesn't apply to me but guess what? As I said, I always carried a mean right hook with me. My weight just adds power to it. And with all the training I had received since joining the Gamma Warrior program, I could keep my shapely body and build strength and stamina.

And somehow I agreed with her. Love was bullshit. “So, what did you find out?” I asked. Ruby shifted on her chair and folded her arms. “The tattoo you showed me was a pack sigil alright,” she said. “It belongs to a pack named Mystic Warriors.” “That I know. What else?” “Well, this is one of the most ancient packs to have ever existed. And when I say ancient, I mean ancient. It’s said that of all the packs that the Moon Goddess created, Mystic Warriors was one of them. This pack is a warrior pack and the first ever Alpha was named Achilleus. He was the greatest warrior to have existed in our entire history. All members, true blood of the Mystic Warriors pack were born with incredible strength

I opened the door thinking it was Alex and to my surprise, it was a blonde-haired lady with two hefty men. "Hello, is Alex in?" she asked. "And who are you? " I asked, and she smiled, looking offended. "The cabin belongs to the Yellow moon pack, right?" She asked. "Who are you?" I repeated. I wasn't about to give information to a total stranger. "If you insist. My name is Hilda Carter, daughter of Beta Dillard Carter and chosen mate of future Alpha Alex Wildbreed."

I grabbed two plastic cups of vodka and coke for me and a woman warrior we played with who’s name I learned to be was ‘Cora’ she’d been a warrior for five years now and was telling me about her training days and what it was like to be part of the warrior pack and do patrol rounds. “it’s like your second family” she explained thoughtfully “you spend so much time with them on patrol or on the training camp… which you’ll love by the way, they have endless training and sparring equipment and outside they have massive obstacle courses, they’re hardcore though but so much fun and you all kind of spur and support each other on. There’s a boxing ring in the training hall, loads of punching bags, we

Birchpelt asked, eyes flashing as she looked at Birdpaw seriously. Surprise swept through Birdpaw at the mention of her warrior assessment. For the first time, her paws felt numb as the snow underneath her. She didn't know what to say. The other apprentices hadn't even earned their warrior names, yet, and, Birchpelt was expecting her to pass her own assessment.

Before Caitlin had a chance to take hold of her weapons, there came charging at her a dozen huge, muscle-bound warriors, all clad in full armor, all wielding fierce weaponry. Caitlin could sense, as they approach, that they were humans. Still, they looked like formidable warriors, battle-scarred, and it looked like they had done this many times before. And survived. They sprinted right for her, screaming with a battle cry, clearly wanting blood. Caitlin focused, centered herself. She tried to remember all the things Aiden had taught her, all the techniques on Pollepel. She tried to breathe, to find the peace in the center of the storm.