Novel & Cerita Warriors Cinderpelt

Everyone was now standing still all the attention turned to the reinforcements that had finally arrived. Four yellow school busses made their way towards the clearing, by what could be seen through the windows each one was fully loaded. Elaina had managed to make her way to the front of the now gathered crowd just as the busses came to a stop. Taking a deep breath she watched as their doors began sliding open and the Eastern Warriors began making their exit. Having never seen the Eastern warriors for herself Elaina had to admit that she was impressed. All the men were huge, well built killing machines, while even the women were muscular and looked like they could hold their own.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

At the rushed pace, Rex and his wolves got to the Council Grounds a full day before the rest of the packs, or so they thought. Lady Kitsune, a Council wolf, was waiting for their arrival, greeted them warmly, and showed them where they would be staying for the duration of the Gathering. Wanting to speak with Kitsune alone, Rex ushered Makai and his wolves to go in the house and relax. Taking the hint, Makai ushered the wolves away.

She pointed to a small compact car, and I inwardly cursed at how uncomfortable this was going to be. Linda’s face showed how displeased she was with my answer, “Warrior Rochelle is in training, she’s my responsibility, that’s why I’m interested, why else?” I could tell it didn’t sit right with her, but that’s not my problem. I’m not going to tell her that Rochelle’s my mate when Rochelle herself is unaware. Driving for hours Linda spoke fondly of Rochelle, how they both grew up as warrior daughters and how much Rochelle loved to train and fight. She told me that being a warrior was her dream forever, then sighed and stopped talking.

The air smelled different here—older, less marked by pack scent, almost wild in a way that made Wren's wolf lift its head with something like curiosity. The warriors who flanked them were ten of Cain's best. She had been learning their names over the past weeks. Kellian, who sparred with her every morning and had stopped being gentle about it. Drace, the tallest of them, who had been one of the first to guard the medical station and who nodded to her now with the particular respect of someone who remembered being carried in. Others she knew less well—serious faces, capable hands, the kind of quiet professionalism that came from years of doing dangerous work without complaint. There was Mara,

I answered shortly, not giving her much to work with. She seemed to pick up on it, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you have a code name?" she asked, her curiosity growing. "Umm, yes." Shit. If she asks me what it is, what do I say? I was a lead warrior, but I wasn’t a ranked member. Why the hell did I lie just now? I was confused by my own behavior. "Can I know what it is?" she asked cautiously, her voice soft but eager. "Umm, usually it’s… Delta."

I only had to wear it when I wasn't down at the camp, and despite the churning weather, I was needed to welcome some new recruits tonight. Most young ladies my age would be flabbergasted by the condition of my tattered hem and faded skirt. But I wasn't your typical girl. I was a warrior, a protector, a Guardian through and through. My attire wasn't something that I would put at the top of my list of worries. Not when there were creatures of the night lurking nearby, endless wars to wage, and loved ones to protect.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

Jared said. "A while," Kai repeated. "Well, I have a mate, so I wasn't alone for a while and I have a family," Jared said. "Really, that's interesting, no wonder there was a female scent in this room," Kai muttered. "Your mate, is she also a fighter?" Kai asked. "No, she handles decorations," Jared replied. "I would love to see her skill, maybe I could partner her up with Xylah," he commented. "Oh that would be too much of a favor and I don't think I will be able to pay such a favor," Jared says.