Warriors Cloudtail Novels & Stories

Alpha-king Magnus initiated the discussion to help ease the tension in the atmosphere. “Oh, we are from the Stormclaw clan. The only Clan made of strong Warriors.” Laura answered, proudly. “Ice crest also have strong warriors.” Anita chimed in. “Well, Stormclaw is the clan whose warriors are the strongest.” “You might be right though but Ice crest had the strongest warriors, that's why in so many years, we haven't lost a single war. I bet no one knows Stormclaw exists.” Anita retorted. Watching them, I didn't know which of them was actually more childish and knowing the both of them, none of them would voluntarily end this argument.

Hazel inquired, trying to comprehend. "It's like soldiers protecting our country, right? The same way these warriors protect our pack. Alpha Wyatt is our leader," Carol affirmed, seamlessly connecting the concept to Hazel's understanding. "Look," Carol pulled her close to the glass wall. Hazel's eyes were drawn to the intense spectacle outside the glass wall. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at the unknown figure. Carol's face lit up with excitement. "Our Alpha," she replied. Hazel watched in awe as Wyatt effortlessly faced more than six opponents, each move showcasing the sculpted muscles of his body.

“For being here. For not running from my mess.” She smiled that small, shy smile that always made my chest feel lighter. Then my head snapped up. A voice suddenly spoke inside my head, sharp and damn urgent. It was Blade through the wolf mind link. “Alpha, bad news. Warriors from Thunder Pack just crossed the border into Cloud Pack land. Right now.” My whole body went stiff. “I’m coming,” I sent back quickly. “Everyone stay calm. Do not fight yet. Wait for me.” I looked at Doris. She must have felt me change because her sweet smile disappeared. Her big eyes filled with worry.

They moved with terrifying, synchronised precision, their weapons raised and ready to fire. But as the dust settled in the shafts of morning light, the tension in the room abruptly shifted. The warriors were not wearing the ragged, filthy pelts of Maddox’s rogues. They were clad in pristine, reinforced black leather, and stitched proudly over their hearts was a shimmering silver crest – a wolf’s claw striking downward. The Onyxclaw royal guard. "Stand down!" Taylon roared, his voice echoing with absolute, unquestionable Alpha dominance. The warriors froze. Recognizing their newly ascended Alpha, they immediately lowered their weapons, dropping to one knee in absolute unison. The leader of th

What… what was happening? Before I could ask, another warrior approached carrying a black cloak. Unlike mine… this one bore the silver crescent emblem of Silver Moon Pack stitched across the shoulder. The head warrior gestured, and the warriors immediately released me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the ground. The head warrior tossed the cloak toward me. "Wear it." I stared at him in confusion. "You have one hour." His voice was cold. "Leave Silver Moon territory before then. If you're found here after that..."

asked a dark-haired girl beside me with kind brown eyes. James chuckled. “Dear pack members, this is Laila—my most amazing gift from the Moon Goddess.” I raised a brow at him but couldn’t help a small smile. He flashed me his signature smile and winked. “That’s our female gamma, Kate,” he added, pointing to the black haired beside me. “And next to her is her mate and our gamma, Dereck.” Dereck, a broad man with dark hair and brown eyes, held Kate close with one arm. His wide face and beard contrasted her delicate features, but something about them made me think they could be siblings too.

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the situation. The warriors looked at each other without knowing what to do. One of them mustered the courage to step forward and asked timidly, "May I know who you are, Alpha?" Uncle Daryl pinched the bridge between his nose and let out a deep sigh. "You don't recognize your Alpha?" he said, his voice laced with annoyance. I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the drama unfolding before me. Uncle Daryl was always a stickler for tradition, and he took his role as the Alpha of the pack very seriously. The young warriors, on the other hand, were a bit inexperienced and naive.

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.

Because of this artifact, the feeding of the barrier and other activities around and inside the lava tube made it possible and easier. “Alpha Kaylon!” The two warriors greeted in unison upon seeing their Alpha, for they haven't seen him for a very long time. “Owero, Troya, and Taydel,” said Kaylon while tapping the shoulder of his men. Kaylon could see that his men were elated based on their faces. It has been years, yet the faces of his loyal warriors never left his mind—Tydel, who has a huge scar on his face, even played a deeper part in Kaylon's heart. The warrior who shielded him during their deadly war.

I feel like a dark cloud is hanging over my mood, so Iris tries extra hard to cheer up my inner wolf as the trees flash past the glass. "Master klinton, the Great Warlord clearly holds massive adoration for your line!" Iris whispers excitedly, leaning close. "He ordered the hot bone tea to protect your health, and he even threw his own high-council blazer over your shoulders! Do you think his beast wants to mark your—"